I Am Venus

Chapter Two

This actually happening. This is real. I am really here.

"Hello Ladies. My name is Grace Klum. I have been a Miss Yang Goddess since I was twenty two. I am your host and mentor for this year annual Miss Yang. Thousands of women have applied but twenty of you were chosen by Saint Yang and Daylina Gorgeous to compete in this year coemption but only eight of you will be chosen today to have a chance to be the next Miss Yang. Let's meet your mentors and judges." Grace smiles, wider than I thought possible. Her smile is blindly beautiful.

The room echo with shouts of excitement from the contestants. I rub my sweaty hands into my pants, my nerves has sky rocket with each step towards this moment. The simple fact that I am about to meet two legends in the fashion industry, particularly Saint Yang, my arms and legs are already weak. I shouldn't be this nervous.

"Ladies, The world's most famous supermodel of all time having grace the covers of over two thousands magazines including being the first Miss Yang Goddess. She is more than a supermodel, she is an Icon. Daylina Gorgeous." Grace says cheerfully.

Grace waves her arm in a sweeping arc toward the back of the stage. Daylina walks out gracefully and poised effortless smiling and waving like she is the queen of Britain, and the contestants greets her with applauses and cheers. She is elegant looking in a black off the shoulder jumpsuit. Daylina is bloody stunning.

Grace continues "And of course, everyone knows our next mentor and judge as the CEO, director and designer at Yang, Saint Yang."

Just hearing Saint's name sent a shot of adrenaline through my body, racing my heartbeat. He walks confidently into into the room, my gaze focus on him him until he's stood beside Dalina.

He's Short. Way shorter in person than I thought. His grey suit makes him look dangerous and mysterious, the blue shirt underneath is casually rolled at the sleeves, the first button of the shirt reveals his smooth neck. The room feels hotter than a minute ago. I swallow loudly.

One of the cameramen crept closer, focusing on Saint. If he got the shot of the other women looking at Saint, I certainly wouldn't be the only woman lusting after Saint. In my peripheral vision, I catch sight of a camera panning the contestants and focus my attention to Grace. If I didn't get busted by one of the other contestants, certainly viewers at home would catch me staring at him.

"The competition will start right now with your first catwalk." Once again, Grace kept things moving, and I am grateful to have my attention focus elsewhere.

"To be the next Miss Yang, you will need to show the judges that you have grace, poised and determination. The challenge today is to choose a style that represents a strong elegant woman. You will be responsible for your own wardrobe, makeup and hair. You have twenty minutes to put a look together and then you will show the judge your look on the catwalk. And then, you will be asked your question of the day. Your time starts now. Good luck."

Oh bloody hell.

I jostle against Adrianna and bounce off someone shoulder as everyone rushes forward to their table. I mumble a quick "excuse me," slid into my seat, and immediately go to work.

I am thankful to be bless with my natural curls and it's was manageable on its good days and today is one of those days. Thank god for Eco Styler gel. I style my hair in a tight slick pony tail. everyday glam is very simple for me. Enhancing my brown eyes by applying mascara then a red lipstick top with gloss and to finish, and then powder the remaining of my face.

Looking up at the clock I have thirty ten left, I head to the closet and pass the others still putting on makeup some looking like really good. Competition is fierce.