The day of Iris' return to the fashion world had finally arrived. She left her mansion early in the morning, her heart pounding with excitement and nerves.
Knowing her son was in good hands with the trusted maids she had hired, she felt a twinge of relief as she drove through the familiar streets of New York, the city bustling with life and energy.
A few hours later, Iris arrived at the venue, her pulse quickening as she stepped inside. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter.
As soon as her co-models and the team spotted her, a chorus of cheers erupted, filling the space with warmth and joy.
"Iris! You're back!" one of her closest friends exclaimed, rushing over to embrace her. The celebration continued, with hugs and excited chatter echoing around the room.
It felt surreal to be surrounded by familiar faces again, and for a moment, she allowed herself to soak in the camaraderie and love that filled the air.
After a few minutes of catching up, the excitement began to shift into focused energy. The artists and stylists quickly arranged for Iris to get ready, bustling around her with makeup, hair tools, and garments.
She watched as they prepared the runway looks, each piece more stunning than the last. The anticipation was palpable; she was slated to open the show, a position that held both honor and pressure.
"I can't believe you're opening tonight!" one stylist said, pinning a dazzling outfit to her frame. "You're going to set the tone for the whole show!"
Iris felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought. She loved the thrill of being the first to walk the runway, to make that initial statement that would captivate the audience.
The makeup artists worked their magic, enhancing her features while ensuring she looked radiant yet effortlessly herself.
As she caught glimpses of herself in the mirror, the familiar feeling of confidence began to settle in.
This was her world, the place where she felt most alive. But alongside the excitement was a hint of anxiety—thoughts of her son flickered in her mind. She hoped he was happy and safe, enjoying his time at home.
"Are you ready?" one of her managers asked, giving her a reassuring smile as the countdown to showtime began.
Iris took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of their support surrounding her. "I'm ready," she replied, her voice steady. She straightened her shoulders, embracing the moment.
With her heart racing, she stepped into her outfit, feeling the fabric hug her body perfectly. As she slipped on her heels, the sound of applause from the crowd outside the venue echoed in her ears, amplifying the excitement.
When the time came, Iris positioned herself at the entrance of the runway, the lights dimming as the music began to swell. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the moment she had worked so hard to reclaim.
With a final deep breath, she stepped forward, ready to dazzle the audience and remind herself—and everyone else—why she had returned to the spotlight.
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