Sadé's POV:— Wednesday, October 12th
I was backstage once again, getting ready ready to walk the runway. Today I would be modeling for Versace. I actually had two walks today so it should be interesting to see how we all manage that with time a strict timeframe. For the first outfit, I'd be wearing a light blue, gold, and black feminine suit type of situation with matching heels. I was accessorized with gold jewelry, gold hair clips, and a Versace purse. My hair was slick back in a tight bun, and my makeup was soft glam. Both outfits would be the star of the show so the makeup wasn't meant to be too distracting from that. I would be walking with two other models at the same time, one on either side of me. So we took our positions and when one of the girls finished her walk, we began ours as a trio. Immediately, heads turned once we were began strutting.
All three of us walked in sync. I spotted Donatella Versace, the woman herself, who created these outfits and styled me. She gave me a small smile and tilted her head as a way of showing me her respect. I did have my model face on, meaning I couldn't break character. However, I did make eye contact with her and gave a small nod to show my respect back as I reached the end of the runway, posing, before I began strutting back to the start, finishing my walk.
Once I finished alongside the two other girls, I was rushed back to my dressing room to get ready for my next look. They wanted me to have curly hair for the next look, but because we didn't have the time along with the fact that my hair is natural and wouldn't want it to be damaged, they had decided to put me in a lace front wig. They kept my hair in my bun, placing the wig on top of my hair after the cap. They then began applying the glue and customizing it to fit me, and simply making it look good. They touched up my makeup, before slipping me into my next outfit. I wore a gold cut out dress, silver jewelry, and black boots. We were running low on time and were worried I wouldn't make it out there soon enough.
As soon as I had gotten my shoes on I was rushed out the door. They had called 30 seconds before my turn so I had to run to the stage to make it in time. As soon as I made it, I had only a few seconds to spare before the model finished her walk, signaling my turn.
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