Cara Berjalan Di Catwalk Memakai Kebaya Novels & Stories

He catwalk to the shoes and pick up one pair. “Are we expecting someone else?” She looked at the last pair on the floor. “Yes, princess.” He majestically walked to her with his hips swagging, which distracted Kim for a second. How does his waist naturally move like that? “Hey Kim!” She heard the doors open and she turned only to see Ana and Isa walk in with a smile. They wore exactly what she was wearing but in different colors. “Did I hear cheerleaders?!” Ana gave her a hug followed by Isadora.

Is that really her? She looked very different wearing a typical Balinese bridal kebaya in maroon and decorated with gold thread embroidery. Her head was decorated with a majestic floral metal crown that was also gold in color. Both of her wrists wore gold color bracelets. Prada songket cloth with a color that matched the kebaya she was wearing further enhanced her appearance. The make-up on her face was not striking so that her beautiful face looked even more beautiful. She stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long time, not expecting it to be herself.

"Kelsey, Julian Sterling is sitting right at the center of the judges' table. Walk like you own the ground you step on. Let's show them what we made." ​The heavy, dramatic thud of an electronic bass beat vibrated through the floorboards as the double doors opened. ​When it was our turn, I stepped onto the runway. ​The bright, white stage lights hit me instantly, blinding me for a split second. I kept my chin high, my posture perfect, walking down the runway in the heavy, dark charcoal wrap. I looked somber, powerful, and mysterious. The crowd went completely silent, the sheer presence of the look capturing the entire room.

Alicia compliment. “Thanks.” “So I am going to give you a few tips on what to do while wearing that dress. As you can see you already have the curves meant for the dress so it’s up to you to rock the stage. You must always cross your legs every time so your stomach can feel comfortable and relaxed under the dress. Then you need to learn how to catwalk with this heels.” Alicia showed her a set of silver glitter shoes. “How am I supposed to learn how to use that? They are really high.” Thelma voiced out her concerns.

Her stance was unsure, but there was a flicker of determination in her eyes. "In our first lesson," I began, my voice commanding yet compassionate. "Balance is key. Without it, you are left exposed. The moment you falter, you are already defeated." Bella nodded, her expression tense as she prepared herself. "Now, widen your stance to shoulder-width," I directed, motioning towards her feet. "Good. Now, bend your knees slightly. Feel the stability, as if your core is rooted deep within."

“Hello, ladies!” My jaw dropped as Cara stepped around the corner. She was wearing a rather tight silk dress that stopped just below her knees. They way her boobs were perked up, she must have had some implants because those suckers did not move an inch as she walked. “Cara. I’m surprised to see you here.” “What can I say? You made an impression on Jax. He insisted on coming to your ceremony.” Cara walked over to the desert table but bypassed it for just a mimosa.

Sakura wasn’t prepared for today. In fact, she wasn’t at all prepared for any of this to happen to her. There she was, standing in the middle of the endless runway, watching Akira expertly doing her walk, her slim hips slightly swaying as she elegantly held one hand to the long dress, showing it off. Meanwhile, a few other girls were heading back toward her. Thump! Thump! Thump! What was she supposed to do? She nervously glanced at Mr. Tachibana, who nodded at her to start walking.

Alright, let’s do this. ** *Etiquette Training* “Come on, Miss Sterling, this is our second day. Focus! Focus!” the instructor said, clapping her hands. I groaned. I’ve been having trouble with copying Courtney’s walk and posture. It turns out that Courtney was not just sophisticated and elegant; her walk is unique and almost like a runway model. “Sway your hips more naturally. You’re exaggerating it. Don’t think about it too much, let your body talk!”

Even they blamed telling that Sana wasn't professional. I peered at the startled expression of Kevin. He seemed horrified, worried about my situation. Well, I wasn't optimistic to get rid of this trouble too. I gulped down a little and remembered the training session that I had with Victoria. At that moment, Victoria actually instructed me to how to walk on a runway show if I wasn't given any heels. My mind memorized the memories faster and body began to walk forward according to Victoria's instructions in my mind. One feet without heel, I began to walk forward with my best smile. Encouraging myself that there was no one else except me in this runaway show, I continued walking forward.

Jung Yun was a great teacher. “Now, try it again! Look at the mirror as you walk. You can see yourself walk, right? Like I said before, if you walk like that, you can’t show off your clothes. You don’t have to mimic the way western models walk. Their walk is more natural, but you should walk a little faster and more professionally. Walk to impress!” After watching Silje try it a few times, Jung Yun became frustrated. She decided to show it to her in person.