Chiara
Standing behind the curtain, I inhaled slowly.
The runway lights were blinding even from here. Music thumped through the hall, vibrating faintly through the floor beneath my heels. It was my debut as a model, and it still felt surreal.
I was nervous, but strangely… confident too.
Ever since my stylist and makeup artist had posted pictures of me from the charity event and summit, things had changed. Apparently, the posts had blown up online overnight, reaching nearly a million likes, thousands of shares, and comments.
I had underestimated it completely, even when they mentioned it.
By the time I arrived today, people already knew my name. Among the new model recruits, I was being favored heavily. Designers were requesting me, and stylists were fighting to dress me.
It was over
