Cara Berjalan Di Catwalk Memakai Kebaya Novels & Stories

one of them says. His eyes silently tell me to hurry up and get out of here. I swallow my pride and do as they ask. I watched the women do this, so I knew what to do. I know how to sway my hips while working and pivoting just like they did. I do that, and deep down, I feel like an idiot. I walk to the end of the makeshift runway, then turn and walk back with my back straight. I don't smile or hold a smothering gaze – I can't do it.

With a deep breath, I stepped onto the runway, my gaze fixed on the end of the long catwalk. Every step I took exuded elegance and poise. I glided forward, a picture of grace in my radiant gown. The spotlight enveloped me, its warm glow casting a luminous aura around me. The photographers' shutters clicked relentlessly, capturing every turn, every movement, every moment of this exquisite dance between fashion and art.

When my name was called again, I went up on stage with courage and fortitude. “And last but not the least, in her final catwalk, wearing a lovely lace and the newest pair of glass shoes that will be releasing in the market this week, please give a round of applause to Miss Cherry Mae Banaag!” I walked high like a pro, ignoring the hot look Rexon was throwing at me. Even though I knew that his eyes were following me every time I took a step and turned my body. I just improved my walk even more, and in the end, I did well.

I nodded back, barely, and took a slow breath. When my name was called, I stepped out onto the runway. The lights were bright, but I focused on the coach’s lessons—shoulders back, chin level, hips loose but controlled. One foot in front of the other, slow at first, then finding the rhythm. The dress—a sleek black Prada piece with subtle silver threading—moved with me, light against my skin. I kept my face soft, lips parted just enough to look natural, eyes forward like I was walking toward something I wanted. Halfway down, I risked a small smile, the kind the tutor said felt genuine to me. My heart hammered the whole time, but I didn’t rush. At the end I paused, turned slowly—hip out, hand r

I walked to the side of the stage, enjoying the view of everyone before me. After the announcements, enticing music played, signaling the beginning of their runway walk. Kylie emerged from the left side, a serious yet smiling expression on her face, walking gracefully. Following suit from the right was Chantal, mirroring the seriousness, straight posture, and focus ahead. Next up was my daughter, and my arm hair stood on end seeing her transformed aura compared to their practice.

Audrey was silent, she totally understood what the supermodel was trying to say. “The easiest way to look like an amateur in heels is to put your whole foot down at once as if you’re wearing flats. When wearing heels, put your heel down first, followed by your toe. This will make your walk look more natural” Mellisa stood in a similar pose with her hands on her waist, “And here we go” she made another walk back and repeated the same thing four times and by the time she was done, Audrey felt like she already got a hang of it.

Even Jayden, in his seat, was very tense. Slowly the lights turned on, and at the center of the catwalk, a brightest light was highlighted at one point in the middle, where Lea stood gracefully in a very beautiful and elegant dress. Applause resounded very loudly filling the spacious hall, when Lea started walking with steady steps down the catwalk. All the eyes of the audience did not blink, seeing how beautiful Lea was. Her milky skin seemed to glow in the glittering lights. Her long, wavy brown hair was pulled up into a beautiful bun, making her neck look even longer and her shoulders exposed very nicely. Even though Lea was wearing natural make-up, it only showed her natural beauty even

She also used their body language to mark them. Kaylee was in a long gray hoodie that stopped above her knee, wearing black sneakers. She carried the other two and was a bit free. Her hair was also wavy and down. Katida was stern and indeed unfriendly. She dressed to impress. Wearing a tight skimpy pink strapless gown at that time of the night. Lana nearly scoffed at how gorgeous she looked. Her hair was held firmly to the back, forming a ponytail.

"You don’t walk; you glide. Let them believe the ground opens for you. The dais seemed endless, but I crossed it without faltering. At the center of the hall I stopped, bowing my head just enough to please Celeste. My knees lowered to the velvet, hands resting lightly on my thighs, palms open in offering. My breath stayed even. I bent, but I did not break. Celeste’s voice came again, smooth as silk. “Rise.” I rose. The gown slipped around me, the fabric alive with every movement, catching on the waxy gleam of the candles. My hair fell in a black wave down my back, heavy and shining, and I knew it framed me exactly as she wanted.

Soon Kanaya came out wearing the dress that Bayu had prepared. The knee-length black dress with a sabrina neckline made Kanaya look so beautiful and elegant. "Mr. Lucas really wants to take me to his event? Who am I going to talk to there? I don't even know anyone there." Kanaya talked to herself with a confused look on her face. "You don't need to talk to anyone, Kanaya. Just stand by my side," said someone right behind Kanaya. Kanaya turned around in surprise, and because she was wearing high heels, she lost her balance and almost fell, but Lucas quickly caught her.