The night was well lit both with the moonlight as
as well as the ligh
Flights emanating from the huge dome where SERENE was holding its fashion show
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The show proved to be a big affair with all influential and respectable members of the society in attendance. An hour before the show started, the dome was already filled up, with the Imited VIP members seating primly inside on reserved chairs.
Over the years SERENE has proved to have amazing designs that were sought for at any opportunity. So no one wanted to miss it.
They knew SERENE, was getting its designs from ALLURE and also Mose. This caused a lot of dissension in the fashion industry, with everyone saying Muse was bring unfair wording for a few selected people.
But no one had seen this talented fashion designer so their anger and envy were not well–aimed. The fashion icons in the city could not also reject her designs because they were top notch.
So they took every opportunity to make sure they are available when her designs hit the public. Companies sent their representatives to take note and perhaps steal some designs.
It’s a comhroat world after all.
A crowd of tans stood outside the the dome, screaming their lungs out as their favourite celebrities arrived in numbers and in all their glory.
Limousines rolled in to the dome in their numbers, Camera flashes filled the air, screams from fans and shouts from reporters…
The night was well on its way to success. The celebrities stood on the red carpet in front of the dome, striking poses for the reporters, waving at their screaming Lams, signing autographs
Suddenly, the air became heavy with anticipation as a sleek black Mercedes Benz AMG rolled to a stop in front of the dome.
Everyone strained their eyes, trying to peer into the car to see the occupant but it was useless due to the tinted windows glasses
They watched with their hearts in their mouths, as the driver went round to the owners comer and opened the door with a flourish.
Damien emerged from the car, standing tall at six–foot–four, the glas ang from the dome, glinting off his styled, long blonde hair, giving him some kind ori halo.
His custom designed suit was black and hugged his muscular frame sharply, the material stretching across his broad shoulders. A simple Paul Newman Daytona Rolex peeked out from under the adfs of his sleeves as he straightened his tie.
The crowd gave an audible gasp in unison at the sight of him, then started screaming ina trenzy at the next instant
The cameras flashed wildly as the reporters yelled “Overhece, Mc Romerol over here!”
The crowd was wild and shocked at Damien’s appearance. It’s been five years since the Greek god of Dakrest city appeared in public, gracing their eyes with his.
“I can’t believe he’s back! He hasn’t aged a day!”
“but he’s never honored the SERENE fashion show invitation! What’s the occasion?!”
“He’a so handsome! If he’d just look at me once!…”
“Oh shout it silly, he has a Hancee! Kina Carted! They’ve been together since his wife left!”
“What a foolish woman! Imagine leaving this giant bunk of awesomeness. At least miss Carter is better than that nameless gold digger!
“Where’s Miss Caster? Surely, he did and cope without his fane…there she is!TM
The crowd screamed louder as hina stepped out from the Medez, Vera in tow. She was dressed exquisitely in a simple white silk dress that showed her curves to their advantage.
Her blackhala was parked in a bum atop her head, with a few tendrils framing her face her makeup was minimal, and detined her already pretty features.
She looked like a flower petal, a beautiful smile stretching her lips as she walked towards Danies and booked as with him. Damien looked down at the hand on his ann with a cold frown and Vera lumed into whisper to him
stoney, please let’s get into the done before you try anything.” Veja said through her smile, her lips moving surreptitiously “You don’t want trouble from the press, right?”
Damien growled deep withen his chest as he thought about what Vera had said. Beside him, Rina had a victorious smirk on her face as the crowd screamed their love
“it is just for fondglu, so let’s get this over with,” Damien thought in anger as he stuck his bee hand in the pocket of his pants and strode into the dome, a majestic
He was only here to ser Pierre
iser Pierre Evans, and perhaps get him to sign a contract with MAGH just as he had done nine years ago when his grandmother was alive. With Pete’s guidance once again, MAGIC would clatis its former glory and probably surpass SERENE.
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Inside the dome was even more glamorous than the outside, although less noisier. It was about thirty minutes before the show starred so people were milling about, instead of being on their box seats, drinking wine and discussing their expectations for the evening’s designs.
Zaire was inside, talking to some of his guests, shaking hands and playing the part of a host. Many of the guests were CEOs of fashion companies and they crowded
und him, eager to hear how he managed to get the services of Pierre Evans.
Zaire, you’re really something else! How did you find him?!” ACEO exclaimed.
“Zaire would sooner put us out of business if he continues to get all the juicy aspect of it.” Another one grumbled.
“Exactly!” Another agreed “SERENE has a contract with Muse and now, Meme Evans? Come on Zaire, leave some for us!”
Zaire could only laugh humbly as he listened to their comments.
As Damien walked into the dome, a hush seems to fall on everyone as they stared at him, shocked at his presence. Zaire looked up at that moment and piercing green eyes met steely grey ones.
Zaire nanowed his eyes at the people who just walked in, then it widened in surprise,
The Romeros were here?!
The smile on his lips died immediately, as his brows came down together in a huge frown.
What the hell? They almost never appeared and now, when he had finally managed to get Lana to step out into society, they appeared too?
His fists clenched with anger as he watched them walk toward their reserved seats in front, where they’d get a better view.
Zaire gritted his teeth in anger, cursing himself for loviting them. He had always invited the Romeros as a way of showing off to Damien. He knew Damien would never honor the invitation and he always did it with that smug assurance.
But now they were here?
His assistant stepped into the building and walked towards him, leaning into his ear to whisper “Miss Fernandez has arrived, sir
“Fuck! Zaire swore loudly at his messed up plans. His eyes darted around wildly as he tried to think of what to do next “Bring her around through the second entrance so she can start preparing.”
The assistant bowed and walked out briskly to carry out his order, and Zaire closed his eyes in frustration.
He wondered why he was agitated. He low Lana was over Damien and the bastard was too, probably, with that bitch all over him at the moment. “Im’the supposed to be married now? Zaire thought in annoyance, as he remembered the woman close to Damien was once regarded as his fiancee. Well, Lana had assured him that she was over Damien Romero, but a pool of dread still settled in his stomach as the show began.
