𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

Onika stood in the registered room of Beyoncé's towering office building, surrounded by racks of clothes and an array of fabrics. The room buzzed with activity as the seamstress measured her up, meticulously recording every inch and curve. Rihanna observed from a nearby chair, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. Beyoncé's empire was as exacting as it was opulent, and Onika knew this fitting had to be perfect.

The door opened, and Beyoncé strode in, her presence commanding immediate attention. Kelly followed closely, her arms loaded with various fabrics and swatches. She handed them to Beyoncé with a respectful nod before quickly exiting the room.

Beyoncé's eyes scanned the room, landing on Onika with a mixture of interest and appraisal. "Try this one," she said, handing Onika a stunning, form-fitting dress.

Onika took the dress and began to undress in front of everyone, her movements confident and unapologetic. She slipped into the dress, feeling the luxurious fabric hug her curves. The room fell silent as Rihanna and Beyoncé both admired and silently critiqued the dress.

Beyoncé walked behind Onika, her gaze intense. She placed her hands on Onika's hips, feeling the fabric. "Hold still," she murmured, pulling a needle from her shirt to make some adjustments.

"Don't touch me," Onika snapped, her voice cutting through the silence.

Rihanna's eyes widened in shock. She looked at Onika as if she had lost her mind. No one spoke to Beyoncé like that.

Beyoncé's expression remained unreadable, but she stepped back, her hand still holding the needle. "Rihanna, come do it then," she said calmly.

Rihanna stood up, hesitating for a moment before moving toward Onika. She took the needle from Beyoncé and began making the necessary adjustments, her hands shaking slightly. The room was thick with tension, the silence almost oppressive.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" Rihanna whispered as she worked, her tone a mix of frustration and concern.

Onika's eyes flashed with defiance. "I won't be treated like a mannequin. I'm here to collaborate, not to be manhandled."

Beyoncé watched the exchange with interest, her eyes never leaving Onika. "You have spirit, Onika. That's good. But there's a difference between strength and obstinacy."

Onika met Beyoncé's gaze in the mirror, her chin lifted defiantly. "I know what I want, and I won't be bullied into submission."

Beyoncé's lips curved into a small smile. "I'm not trying to bully you. I'm trying to create something extraordinary, and that requires precision."

Rihanna finished her adjustments and stepped back, glancing nervously between Onika and Beyoncé. "There, it's done."

Onika turned to face Beyoncé fully. "Precision doesn't require your hands on me. You have people for that."

Beyoncé nodded thoughtfully. "Fair enough. But remember, this is a collaboration. We both have to give a little."

Onika nodded, her expression softening slightly. "I can respect that. But don't push me."

Beyoncé's smile widened. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Rihanna exhaled a sigh of relief, the tension in the room easing slightly. She admired Onika's fortitude but knew that crossing Beyoncé was a risky game. Still, she couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Onika's defiance.

"Now that we've settled that," Beyoncé said, her tone brisk, "let's focus on the task at hand. We need to finalize these designs and prepare for the photoshoots."