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Happy new year!
I woke up from the constant ringing of my alarm. I turned around and switched it off. Stay positive Jawaher, today is going to be a good day! I jogged out of the apartment once I was done with with an apple in my mouth. I had to get there before the roads get busy and I made it on time. I got in the back entrance of the hall and sat in my seat. Mia, Momoko and Alfie were there. Yousef wasn’t.
Where’s Vladimir? I asked them all. No one replied. They would change the topic, which made me scared. Surely everything’s fine, but where is he?
Alfie, where’s Vladimir? I stared at his facial expressions a slight change would give me a clue, but I saw nothing.
I’ll call him now love, don’t worry. We need to get you ready.
I was informed that I was the first model to walk down the runway isle, and then walk again at the middle and was the last one. The makeup artist went for sultry red lips that was bold and defined the look with femininity; my eyes had a basic eye shadow and a solid cat eyeliner. I wore the opening dress, which was black with daring cutouts and by daring I mean revealing and would sure make you fall head overs heels for this gown. It had a split by the thigh to expose more flesh to make it even sexier. The back details spoke a language of ravishingly intriguing womanliness; the front has sheer side panels that gave an illusion of depth and unbelievable sexy curves.
I’ll walk so proudly that everyone will envy me.
Every step I took I knew what I was about to do was life changing and there’s no turning back. I wonder what’ll happen when they get to see my pictures all over the place, what will my relatives back in Dubai say? Oh well, who cares. The curtains were pulled back and I was ready to walk. The music played, and here we go! I walked towards the end of the isle, with every step a shot of painful memories hit me, I stopped by the end and counted to three I turned around and walked back in. As the three of them rushed me in to change my clothes I looked around, searching, hoping that I would find that familiar face. But I saw nothing.
The second dress was something Grace Kelly would wear, or perhaps Audrey Hepburn. It was cut in a way that the plunging neckline and back would surely keep you staring for a long time; and the colour is so gorgeous, blood red it was designed to stun people, to take you back in time and yearn for it. I was so proud of who I was, I finally felt that I’ve achieved something in this life of mine, now the whole world knows who I am.
The final dress, oh the final dress, it is so beautiful and so simple it makes me want to cry. That’s how sexy it is. It’s a white long sleeved dress, with the neckline cut so long; it reached the center end of my ribcage. The creamy brown fur shawl sat quietly by my shoulder to complete the look. My hair was pulled back into a neat bun. My makeup remained untouched but the lipstick was substituted into a dark maroon red. It was the kind of look that remains in your memory for a very long time. I walked down that isle one last time knowing that after this show I am going to resign. Au revior modeling.
As I turned, walking my way back there he was. Stealing every breath I take, I wanted to run back to him and leap into his arms. Just a few more steps and my smile ripped as wide as they could as he stood there with his arms wide opened. I love him!
I’m so proud of you.
I remained in his arms as the curtains closed and the crowd stood up and clapped for us.
I love you.
He held my hand and walked me back. There was an after party that was going to take place after the results were going to be revealed. Yousef told me to stay in the white dress and I did.
Jawaher! We did it!!! We won! He was so happy, he hugged me so tight then kissed me. I love you.
I love you so much you’ll never understand. Yousef, I quit modeling. He smiled and kissed me once more then we headed to the party. He did not bother arguing with me about me quitting and I was happy that he didn’t say anything about it.
The party was hectic; strangely a few people came to me so I can sign my autograph, which slightly made me feel overwhelmed. A couple of new designers wanted me to model for their fashion line but I apologized and said that I quit today after the show. I left the party at 2AM knowing I was pushing the limits. Yousef dropped me back. I unlocked the door and got in and headed towards my room. I slowly unzipped myself out of the dress and carefully hung it in my closet.
I yelled because someone unexpectedly spoke. My eyes widened, I could feel goose bumps all over my body.
Oh god, that was unexpected…