Rivalry To Romance (eBook)

Beyond Appearances

Verna Richards (Autor)

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2023 | 1. Auflage
145 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-3706-0 (ISBN)

In the heart of Milan's glittering Fashion Week, Agata, a dedicated and polished magazine editor, finds herself face-to-face with Marco, the city's most sought-after photographer. Their fiery confrontation on the runway becomes the scandal of the season, but is there more to their story than what meets the eye? As the world of high fashion buzzes with rumors and whispers, a twist of fate thrusts them into an unexpected partnership. Tensions flare in design meetings, yet amidst the rolling hills of Tuscany, a different kind of spark begins to ignite between them. But can two rivals truly find love in a world that thrives on competition? In a world where perception is reality, can Agata and Marco discover what's real? Dive into a tale of rivalry, romance, and redemption where the boundaries of love and hate blur, posing the ultimate question: Can true love ever be more than just skin deep?

Chapter One: First Impressions

Agata

The raw energy of Milan during Fashion Week was nothing short of intoxicating. As dawn broke over the city, casting a golden hue on its historic buildings, the streets began to buzz with an unmistakable fervor. Celebrities cloaked in oversized sunglasses, designers in conversation with their muses, journalists wielding microphones, and enthusiasts snapping photos transformed Milan into a throbbing heart of fashion.

I barely took a few steps outside my apartment when a flash of cameras greeted me. “Agata!” someone called. Turning, I spotted Laura, a seasoned journalist from a leading fashion daily. She rushed over, her heels clicking against the cobblestone street.

“Darling, you look fabulous!” She air-kissed both my cheeks. I donned a minimalist black dress, complemented by pearl earrings. It was simple, yet elegant – a reflection of who I was.

“Thank you, Laura,” I replied, smoothing down my dress. “Are you ready for the madness?”

She laughed, twirling a strand of her fiery red hair. “Always! Any surprises we should be looking out for this year?”

“Let’s just say there’ll be a few unexpected moments on the runway,” I teased, winking.

Our conversation was interrupted by a sleek black car pulling up. Out stepped Alessandro, one of the most sought-after designers that season. His bright purple suit and turquoise shoes showed his eccentric fashion sense.

“Agata, darling!” he exclaimed, wrapping me in an exuberant hug. “I’ve been meaning to show you the final piece for tonight. It’ll blow everyone away!”

I chuckled, patting his arm reassuringly. “I’m sure it will, Alessandro. Your creativity knows no bounds.”

As I walked on, the sounds of Milan enveloped me. The distant rhythm of the music being tested at a nearby venue, the clinking of coffee cups from bustling cafes, and the murmur of excited conversations created a symphony unique to this time of the year.

I stopped by a café for my morning espresso, where Carla, an old friend and fellow fashion enthusiast, joined me. She looked distressed, fumbling with the sketches she held.

“Agata,” she sighed, “I think I’ve botched the designs for my evening collection.”

Placing a reassuring hand on hers, I took a look. “Carla, these are exceptional. You’re just nervous. Take a deep breath. It’s your debut, and trust me, it’s going to be fantastic.”

“You always know how to make me feel better,” she said, smiling weakly. “It’s just… this week is overwhelming.”

“It always is,” I replied, taking a sip of my drink. “But that’s the beauty of it. The chaos, the excitement, the unpredictability – it’s all part of the grand spectacle.”

We continued chatting about everything – from the latest trends to the most anticipated shows. As time flew by, I realized I needed to head to the venue.

Walking towards the heart of Milan’s fashion district, I took a moment to soak in the magic. Everywhere I looked, there were stories unfolding – designers giving pep talks to their teams, models practicing their walk, enthusiasts clicking photos, and journalists hunting for the next big scoop.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my responsibilities. The show, the designers, the models, the attendees – everyone was counting on me to make the event a success. As the first glimpses of the venue came into view, I steeled myself.

Fashion Week was in full swing, and I was right at its epicenter, ready to face whatever challenges it might throw my way. Little did I know, a particular photographer would soon turn my world upside down.

Stepping into the venue was like entering a whirlwind of controlled chaos. Lights flickered, adjusting their hues and angles. Assistants scampered around, ticking off last-minute tasks. The low hum of whispered discussions about fabrics, accessories, and makeup permeated the air.

A tall, slender model approached me, her face a mixture of excitement and panic. “Agata,” she stammered, “the shoes… they’re a size too small.”

I looked down at her feet, noting the discomfort. With a swift motion, I beckoned an assistant. “Mila, get Bianca’s backup shoes. And make sure they fit.”

“Right away, Ms. Agata,” Mila nodded, disappearing behind the curtains.

Another crisis averted, I thought.

A tap on my shoulder made me turn. It was Stefano, the show’s choreographer. His eyes darted around nervously as he said, “We need to rework the finale. The stage setup has changed slightly.”

Suppressing a sigh, I replied, “Show me.”

We walked over to the main runway. Stefano explained the changes, his fingers sketching imaginary patterns in the air. I listened intently, quickly formulating a plan in my mind. “Shift the closing walk to the center. Make it grander and more dramatic. It’ll emphasize the stage and give it a fuller look,” I instructed.

Stefano’s face lit up. “Brilliant, Agata. I’ll get right on it.”

As I returned to the backstage, I was met by a sea of models, all in varying stages of readiness. Clara, one of the youngest models, looked on the verge of tears. Approaching her, I asked gently, “What’s the matter, dear?”

She hiccupped, “I… I just feel so overwhelmed. This is my first big show.”

Placing a comforting arm around her, I whispered words of encouragement. “You were chosen for a reason. Just breathe, be yourself, and remember, the runway is yours when you step onto it.”

Her eyes, shimmering with gratitude, met mine. “Thank you, Agata.”

Further ahead, I noticed a disagreement brewing between a makeup artist and a model. Swiftly intervening, I listened to both sides and made a decisive call on the look. It was essential to ensure harmony while ensuring the vision for the show remained intact.

An assistant rushed up, a clipboard in hand. “Agata, we need your approval on the seating arrangement for the VIPs.”

Glancing over the chart, I made a few adjustments, ensuring our most esteemed guests had the best views. Everything had to be impeccable, down to the finest detail.

As the clock ticked on, the backstage area transformed. Makeup artists put finishing touches on their masterpieces, models slipped into their ensembles, and the air grew thick with anticipation.

I watched it all, ensuring every puzzle piece fell into place. The occasional hiccup or delay was handled with a mix of calm assurance and firm decision-making.

Elena, my right-hand woman, approached, holding two coffees. Handing one to me, she remarked, “You really have a way with people, Agata. It’s like you can see the bigger picture and all its tiny details at once.”

I smiled, taking a sip. “It’s all about balance, Elena. And a whole lot of caffeine.”

She chuckled. “Well, everything’s on track. We’re ready when you are.”

Nodding, I took one last look around. The culmination of months of hard work was about to be showcased. The pressure was immense, but so was the thrill.

“As always,” I said with determination, “let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.”

And with that, the final countdown to Milan’s most anticipated fashion event began.

As the backstage frenzy reached its zenith, I decided to take a moment to peek through the curtains and gauge the audience’s mood. Milan’s elite were in attendance, and the aura of anticipation was palpable.

As I scanned the rows of celebrities, designers, and influencers, my eyes landed on a familiar face entering the venue. Marco. Of all people to be here, I thought. He moved with a confident swagger, his ever-present camera slung across his chest, reflecting the venue’s lighting. His hair, a tad disheveled – presumably a deliberate choice – contrasted sharply with his pristine suit.

He hadn’t noticed me, too engrossed in capturing candid shots of the audience. As he crouched to get a low angle of a celebrity’s jeweled stiletto, an acquaintance called out to him.

“Marco! Over here!”

With a grin, Marco stood up and made his way over, greeting the man with a firm handshake and a pat on the back. They shared a brief conversation, and I couldn’t help but overhear.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” the man said, surprise evident in his tone.

Marco smirked, “And miss the spectacle? You should know better, Luigi.”

Luigi laughed. “True, true. Well, get the best shots, and we’ll talk business later.”

The promise of ‘business’ caught my attention. Was Marco planning on covering the show for a major publication? If so, which one?

As Marco continued his journey through the venue, several others stopped him – designers wanting a quick word, models fluttering their lashes for a candid...

Erscheint lt. Verlag	8.12.2023
Sprache	englisch
Themenwelt	Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Gesundheit / Leben / Psychologie ► Partnerschaft / Sexualität
ISBN-13	979-8-3509-3706-0 / 9798350937060

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