Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

In other words, the designers of the dress were the only ones capable of coming up with the most suitable makeup to go along with their masterpiece.

Natalie managed to doll Sally up within a short period of time since the white dress of hers had a relatively simple theme. Thus, only simple eye makeup would do—no ostentatious makeup was required to complement the masterpiece.

As soon as Natalie finished dolling Sally up, she handed over her dress to Sally.

The model gaped at the sight of the dress. She exclaimed breathlessly, “It’s so pretty, Nat!” “You need to get going right now. Get yourself changed immediately! We only have fifteen minutes left until the show!” Natalie stuffed the dress in between Sally’s arms once she finished her sentence.

The sequence had been determined through drawing lots. Sally was the fortieth amongst the rest of the models. There was nothing special about it since she was in the middle of the rest.

However, Natalie was grateful that Sally wasn’t one of the last few for the show. Otherwise, it would be tough to please the judges after the countless ostentatious pieces portrayed.

The judges might be biased unless there was an exceptional masterpiece that could impress them by the end of the session.

Jessie, whose model was the eighty-fourth to show up, was irritated.

glued to the runway once she returned. Thus, the former urged, “Just take it easy

her fists with all her might. She then reassured Natalie, “I’m not nervous at all! Instead, I can’t wait for my

you’re doing just fine.” Natalie heaved a sigh of relief and urged Sally for one last

for her to learn from her peers and get a grasp of

that thought. In fact, most of the designers had departed. Only a mere few chose to stay behind with their

and assured, “You need to get going already!

the conversation she

short while after Natalie returned to the hall, the show commenced. The moment the first model showed up on the runway,

eyes gleamed in excitement. She immediately reached for her notebook and started jotting

was the designer of the dress — she had once encountered Caitlyn when the woman

encountered Caitlyn in the restroom, but Caitlyn seemed

things she deemed worthy of taking notes, someone interrupted her and asked, “Ms. Smith,

to look

a hall and was