The crowd erupted into murmurs.
"Can you believe her? She's so out of her league. How dare she show up on the runway wearing that raggedy outfit?"
"Exactly! Does she really think she has what it takes? She should take a good look in the mirror. How could she possibly deserve a spot on the Lendora Fashion Week runway?"
"She's just another woman who climbed her way up using backdoor deals. Her true colors are about to show."
Listening to the crowd's sneers and snide remarks, my heart felt like it was sinking into an abyss. I clenched my fists tightly. My nails dug deep into my palms.
How I wish I could rush down from the runway and slap every single one of them! But instead, I took a deep breath and slowly raised my head.
I stepped forward. Light and poised, I walked down the runway as if I owned it. Every step was landed with precision. Each step struck a chord in the audience's hearts.
The whispers gradually faded and were replaced by stunned silence. Moments later, the atmosphere shifted.
"Oh my god, Evelyn… Look at her. She's… she's incredible!"
"Oh my god!"
"Holy shit, I love her!"
Everyone was dumbstruck. Their eyes locked on me as though they were witnessing a masterpiece unfold between them. The so-called "raggedy outfit" they had ridiculed earlier now glowed with a unique brilliance, captivating every gaze in the room.
"But so what if she's beautiful? This is about design, not a beauty contest!"
"Right? You can tell she's not exactly 'classy.'"
I stood at the center of the runway. The neon lights cast a soft glow on me, illuminating my skin. I tilted my chin slightly and parted my lips to speak.
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