Cara Berjalan Di Catwalk Memakai Kebaya นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Moving away from Frank, she returned to focusing the camera on Kara. "Start walking. I want to see how the dress sways on the carpet." Kara started to move. She had to be super careful with 14 cm high shoes studded with shells and pearls on his feet. "Miss Hall, are you sure you will wear these shoes if you choose this dress later?" Kara asked doubtfully. "Yeah! Why not?" Isabela smiled crookedly. ‘Only a fool would combine that dress with super high heels.’

I hesitated, but then turned to face my reflection. Celeste moved behind me. "Most people walk through life without knowing the power they hold. They slouch, they fidget, they shrink themselves." I shifted uncomfortably. She placed her hands lightly on my shoulders. "Stand tall." I straightened slightly. "Chin up," she instructed. I obeyed. "Relax your arms, but don’t let them hang like dead weight." I adjusted. Celeste nodded. "Better. Now, walk." I blinked. "Walk?"

the make-up artist said, helping me to stand up from the couch I was sitting on. We walked down the corridor, my heels clicking on the ground with each step. I looked confident and elegant as I strutted my way to the Alpha’s private lounge with grace. The gown I was wearing feels like a gentle breeze against my skin, and the stride of my heels adds a touch of sophistication to my overall look.

She would spend many days here. “Keep your face straight, Eva. Don't let anything distract you,” Brina scolded in a fairly shrieking voice. The sound of the end of the stick hitting the catwalk floor echoed. ”Remember, your steps must be constant in distance if you don't want to fall again.” The woman, who was beginning to understand why she had to take these constant steps, nodded slightly. She smiled again as the stylist had wanted. She fixed her eyes following the slight upward turn of her face. Evangeline continued to improve herself following the directions.

The music started and the lights dimmed. The top models around the world walked out from the entrance of the stage with elegant cat steps. They were as delicate as a queen. The clothes on their bodies were meticulously groomed, exuding an extremely strong sense of fashion, and just by looking at them, one would have the desire to love them. Betty's gaze was naturally attracted, she blinked her eyes, and stared fixedly at the beautiful dresses, like a greedy kitten, she quickly absorbed them.

I just don't want to talk to him just yet. "She's beautiful." Jaxson murmured that caught my attention. “But that screams danger. So, shall we see the next option?” I couldn't help but roll my eyes upwards. I mean, yes he can have an opinion or even choose whatever he wants me to wear but changing in gowns is not as easy as it is in some movies. In fact it's really tiring and very troublesome. **** "This second gown that Ms. Cattleya wear is called fit-and-flare. It has a silhouette that has similarities to the mermaid style which she had worn earlier, but this time, this gown flares out on her hip bones and is fitted through her upper body.”

Cecil ordered I obeyed her and tried to straighten my back more. I think it's a pretty straight "Is that so?" She shook her head. "Not that much now you look like a hern" I take a deep breath "Stop! Perfect. Keep going like that" I nodded "okay" and tried not to change my posture "Now when you walk try to intertwine your fingers in front of your belly. Make it natural. Don't bite your nails and Don't knead your dress because you only make it wrinkled!"

Karina didn’t want that to happen. But she could not refuse the request from Saka's wife. As a result, she was sitting in front of a mirror. Her face was almost done. Her hair was now styled, curled up slightly and leaving loose hair around her cheeks. In her hand was a video showing how a model walks. “You can do it.” The make-up artist who always encouraged her. “Usually, impromptu ones like this often go viral. I hope you go viral.” Heh! There is nothing better than viral prayers. For example, prayers that Karina can walk well and not fall while walking on the catwalk. "I just hope I can walk with confidence."

186 Several days had passed, and today was the ceremonial bath event for Silvi. Everything was well-prepared, and the guests were moved by the event, which was expertly guided by the paid organizers, arranged by Silvi's parents. Silvi's large family wore matching light green kebaya, while Devin's family, who were present, wore light blue kebaya. The event was conducted with great solemnity, and Silvi looked beautiful despite wearing makeup that wasn't too flashy.

She unrolled a length of fabric across the ballroom floor, a makeshift red carpet, and guided me through each step, each pose. “Shift smoothly, like this,” she instructed, demonstrating with effortless grace. Jessica nudged my shoulder blades back. “Chest up, shoulders down. Think of a string pulling you from above.” I forced myself to lift my chin, and the world seemed to spin too fast. My heel grazed the carpet’s edge; I stumbled, and Claire reached out to steady me. Jessica kept her smile steady. “Again, slow. Breathe in as you step, exhale as you glide.”