FLAWLESS

CHAPTER 11

Shanelle POV

As I sat behind the wheel of my car, driving down the bustling city streets, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Vincent. It had been two long days since we had last seen each other, those fleeting moments when he and Dan dropped us off at our hotel, leaving without much of a goodbye. Yet, despite the brevity of our encounter, I couldn't shake him from my thoughts.

Did he think of me too? Was he caught in a whirlwind of memories and emotions just as I was? These questions tumbled through my mind, blending with the cacophony of car horns and the distant hum of city life. The uncertainty gnawed at me, twisting my heart in knots. I longed for answers, for a connection that I hoped went beyond a mere chance encounter.

My destination, the prestigious Crystal Heights Convention Center, loomed ahead. It was the venue for the highly anticipated fashion show where I was scheduled for my runway rehearsal. The grand building stood tall and elegant, its glass façade reflecting the vibrant energy of the city. As I approached, I could see a flurry of activity surrounding it, models scurrying about, assistants carrying armfuls of designer clothing, and photographers capturing candid moments.

Parking my car amidst the chaos, I stepped out and was immediately enveloped in a world of glamour and excitement. The air buzzed with anticipation, blending the scent of hairspray with the melodious chatter of voices. The backstage area was a labyrinth of makeup stations, racks of exquisite garments, and mirrors reflecting anxious faces.

As I made my way through the bustling crowd, the click of high heels on the polished floor reverberated in my ears. Models hurried past me, clad in various stages of runway attire, each emanating an aura of poise and confidence. The energy was infectious, and yet, amidst the flurry, my thoughts drifted back to Vincent once again.

I found solace in the backstage chaos, a temporary escape from the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. The familiar routine of preparing for a show offered a comforting distraction. The makeup artists and stylists worked their magic, transforming me into a vision of beauty that would grace the runway. The murmurs of whispered instructions and the gentle touch of brushes on my skin enveloped me, momentarily easing the restlessness in my soul.

The backstage area was a hive of activity, with designers and organizers orchestrating the final touches. The catwalk, a long stretch of pristine white, awaited its moment to shine under the blazing spotlights. I caught glimpses of fellow models, each adorned in their own unique creations, preparing to bring their designer's vision to life.

Just as I was about to navigate the maze of models and crew, a familiar voice called out, 

"Shanelle! Over here!"

I turned, a smile spreading across my face as I spotted Ava, my manager, standing near the entrance of the runway. She was an elegant woman with impeccable style, always dressed to impress. Her radiant smile put me at ease instantly. I hurried toward her, the sound of my heels tapping against the floor blending with the crescendo of my heartbeat.

"Hey, Ava," I greeted her, my voice tinged with excitement and nervous energy. 

"I'm so glad to see you."

Ava's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she replied, "Shanelle, darling, you look stunning! 

Tonight is going to be incredible. Are you ready for the rehearsal?"

I nodded, my voice a touch breathless. "Absolutely. I've been practicing my walk and poses, and I can't wait to show everyone what I've got."

Ava's lips curled into a knowing smile. 

"That's the spirit, my dear. Confidence is key. Now, listen carefully. I want you to head down the runway and stand at the halfway mark until your cue. We'll run through the order of the show first, and then it'll be your turn."