"Are you ready?" Annabelle asked, her tone filled with confidence.
Selina's lips curved subtly. "Absolutely. I'm ready."
Adjusting the sunglasses perched on their noses, Selina and Annabelle shared a knowing nod.
They marched toward the grand entrance in perfect rhythm, blending in with the other professionals arriving for the noon rush.
The building was bustling already.
Grasping the fashion kit slung over her shoulder and a bag containing pre-sewn garments, Selina entered the studio.
Annabelle carried her own stylist kits, too.
Inside, they made their way toward the spacious fitting room. The air was thick with the scent of fabric, makeup, and expensive perfume. Across from them, models and designers were buzzing with their fittings.
Once they reached the corner reserved for them, where Isabel and the other two models waited, Selina opened her kit.
It was filled with tailoring glue, tapes, needles, and specialized tools.
