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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.
Had
fun…?
I
yelled because someone unexpectedly spoke. My eyes widened, I could feel goose
bumps all over my body.
Oh
god, that was unexpected…
