Cara Berjalan Di Catwalk Memakai Kebaya Novels & Stories

Chelsey had positioned herself nearby, already snapping photos with her phone, her eyes locked on me. I inhaled slowly, grounding myself, then glanced at Deniz for the cue. He gave a subtle nod. I stepped forward. Chin up. Eyes ahead. Shoulders back. Every step I took was measured, fluid, and deliberate. I didn’t need to speak or smile. The audience’s reaction said everything, the gasps, the rustle of excitement, the wave of chatter as I walked the runway in silence, cloaked in elegance and calm confidence. In just a few minutes, it was over. I turned at the end, pivoted, and walked back. Deniz was waiting as soon as I was offstage, his face beaming.

Maisie was standing near Kai, fidgeting with her flower girl basket and looking nervous. “Okay, remember what we practiced?” Kai crouched down to her level. “You’re going to walk slowly—not running, just nice and slow—and scatter the petals like this.”