You are one of the best models on Allen’s team.” I assured her with a sweet voice, working my magic with the comb and hairspray. I think I am going to faint.” As I styled one of the models’ hair in a flawless bun with diamonds embellishing her black as night hair, she remarked with apprehension in her voice. Men yearned to stroll in his pricey shoes, while ladies desired to be splayed on his immaculate fur coats. No one in the fashion world didn’t know about the devil in fur. That day, Allen was as pale as a ghost, and the letter flew from his trembling hands, almost as if he had seen a ghost, or perhaps the devil.Īnd speaking of the Devil, he is the one who will decide the fate of the world tonight.Ī fashion designer and entrepreneur, a man with so much power in London, not to mention the flawlessly polished shoes that cost more than the homes I and my coworkers owned. He was practically in a joyful dance as he read the name of the person who would decide the fate of this small fashion firm. I remember the day Allen got the response. The person who would be the final judge of this performance was the source of everyone’s anxiety and agitation. Allen gathered sponsors and backing to put on a fashion show, the first and last if things went south. He was more of a nervous wreck right now, which was natural given that tonight’s mission would be the ultimate judge of his career, as well as my and his people’s. Some claimed he was too sweet to succeed as a designer, but he was always upbeat and urged us, his staff, and his second family, to keep our heads up and grin.
Allen was a little older than me, but he had big dreams in this society of killers with a peacock attitude. He was a lovely man with a passion for fashion equal to his wife’s. The leader of this fashion squad was unlike any other wicked designer in the world. My job for the little fashion firm was more than rewarding, and we were like a family. In this world of predators with stunning looks, I was a chameleon who liked to remain in the shadows backstage, allowing the confident ladies to rule the runway. In the small fashion firm where I started working after three years of learning and honing beauty methods and talents, I was recognized for doing the models’ hair and make-up. In this society of vipers and piranhas, I was just a stylist, a world of predators willing to feast on anybody for that dazzling renown. The fashion business in London had a lot of chances, and it was an industry where you could come out as a winner, but most ended up chewed and spat out on the rainy streets of London, crawling in a final attempt to salvage their pride, if they had any left. You know when there’s a life-or-death crisis that causes everyone to panic and scurry around like terrified chickens in an attempt to preserve their lives, or rather their dignity? That’s how the entire night appeared to go, and it hadn’t even begun.
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