Enigma of Love

Fashion Show

Arden

Friday night had finally arrived, and as I stood in front of the mirror, I took in the reflection of my dress. It was a floor-length gown of deep emerald green, its sleek fabric catching the light in a way that made it shimmer with every movement. The dress featured an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline, adorned with delicate beadwork that added a touch of sparkle without overpowering the simplicity of the design. It was a statement piece, embodying both sophistication and boldness.

River stepped into view behind me, and I couldn't help but smile. The suit he wore was a testament to my tailoring skills—sharp and impeccably fitted. The deep charcoal grey fabric complemented his broad shoulders and trim waist, with subtle satin lapels that added a touch of elegance. His crisp white shirt and classic black tie completed the look, making him the epitome of understated sophistication.

"You look breathtaking," River said, his eyes filled with admiration as he took in my appearance.

I turned to face him, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle on his lapel. "And you look incredibly handsome," I replied, feeling a rush of pride at seeing him in my creation.

He pulled me into his arms, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "Ready to knock them dead?"

I nodded, my nerves mingling with excitement. "Ready as I'll ever be."

The drive to the venue was filled with a comfortable silence, the city lights casting a warm glow through the car windows. As we arrived, the buzz of excitement grew louder, and I could see the throng of reporters and photographers gathered outside. The moment the car door opened, flashes of cameras illuminated the night, and a cacophony of voices erupted, calling my name.

"Arden! Arden! Over here!"

"How do you feel about tonight's show?"

"Arden, who are you wearing?"

River stepped out first, offering me his hand to help me out of the car. I took a deep breath, smiling as I stepped into the flurry of activity. The camera flashes were blinding, and the reporters' questions came rapid-fire, but River's steady presence beside me kept me grounded.

"Thank you all for being here tonight," I said, giving a few brief but heartfelt responses before we made our way inside.

Once inside, the atmosphere shifted from chaotic to organized frenzy. Models were making final adjustments to their outfits, makeup artists were adding last-minute touches, and the production team was ensuring everything was in place. I moved through the backstage area, giving last-minute instructions and words of encouragement to my team.

"Remember to hold your heads high and walk with confidence," I told the models. "You all look stunning. Let's show them what we've got."

River stayed close, offering quiet support and helping wherever he could. His presence was a calming force, allowing me to focus on the details without getting overwhelmed.

As the lights dimmed and the first notes of music filled the air, River and I took our seats in the front row. The anticipation was palpable, and I squeezed his hand, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

As the models stepped onto the runway, each one a living, breathing canvas for my designs, I felt a rush of pride. Every outfit was a piece of my heart, a testament to the journey that had led me to this moment.

 The first model wore a shimmering silver jumpsuit with intricate beadwork that caught the light with every step. The deep V-neckline and tailored fit exuded elegance and modernity. Inspired by the opalescent glow of moonlight on water, this outfit represented clarity and new beginnings.