The costume workshop was brightly lit.
Although the slightly plump costume designer had mentioned this studio was merely for emergencies, it was clear this was the headquarters of Starry, the nation's premier jewelry company.
Beyond commercial events like exhibitions and auctions, the studio was also used for the company's various annual celebrations and galas. Its scale rivaled that of top-tier professional costume workshops, and its materials warehouse was impressively stocked, showcasing Starry's immense financial resources.
Thus, "Aya" effortlessly navigated the rows of material shelves, quickly selecting everything she needed for her next project.
She also discovered that the studio was exceptionally well-equipped. In addition to standard tailoring tools, there were small-scale laser cutters, rapid 3D printers, and other specialized equipment for crafting accessories—perfect for her needs, especially since some metal accessories were not available off-the-shelf.
The slightly plump costume designer watched "Aya" move with unwavering confidence, grabbing materials without hesitation, clearly following a well-established plan.
If this was a pre-existing design, it explained her confidence in completing the project on time...
But if this was a spur-of-the-moment idea, it would be truly terrifying. It would mean she could devise the most optimal plan in an incredibly short time, using only the resources available on site!
Regardless of which scenario was true, it showed she was extremely confident and not just improvising wildly. Realizing this, the slightly plump costume designer and the bespectacled show director, who had also followed her in, nodded in unison, their eyes now brimming with anticipation.
[Is this really Aya's first time in this studio? How does she seem so familiar with everything? She knows exactly where to find every material!]
[Upstairs, maybe it's not that she's familiar with the environment, but rather that she has a crystal-clear vision of what she wants. She's just walking around, looking for suitable materials, and grabbing whatever fits her vision!]
[Sister, slay me! Even preparing materials, she moves with such elegance!]
In the video, "Aya" appeared to be ready.
Returning to her workbench, she showed no hesitation, as if she had already visualized the design countless times in her mind.
Without needing any measurements, she picked up the scissors and swiftly cut into a bolt of expensive white silk.
Her movements flowed like water, carrying a peculiar rhythm, free of any hesitation or wasted motion.
They say a master's first move reveals everything!
The slightly plump costume designer needed only to witness Aya's current actions to be absolutely certain: this was a true master tailor, even more skilled than any of the legendary figures she had encountered throughout her long career!
"My God! Our domestic fashion industry has such a hidden deity? How have I never heard of her before?!"
The costume designer couldn't help but marvel inwardly, her anticipation for Aya's creations growing exponentially.
Next came the cutting, pattern-making, sewing, and embroidery...
Aya's hands moved so swiftly they seemed to blur into afterimages. The golden thread, dancing between her fingers like a living entity, pierced the various fabrics with pinpoint accuracy, weaving patterns as graceful as golden thread spirits in flight.
She even casually operated the studio's high-speed 3D printer and compact laser cutter, rapidly producing various metal accessories with such practiced ease that the costume designer, who had originally come to assist with machine operation demonstrations, stood dumbfounded.
Throughout the entire process, Aya maintained a focused and serene expression, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of her lips. It was clear she was thoroughly enjoying the creative process.
My god! How can she cut directly without measuring or sketching first?!
[Holy shit! That hand speed is insane! It's like she's fast-forwarding!]
[Look at those golden threads! They seem to be dancing on their own! This technique is absolutely divine!]
[Elegant! So elegant! Can a tailor really be this cool?!]
[A master! She's definitely a hidden fashion design master! Little Grandchild is in serious trouble!]
Time ticked by, the backstage atmosphere tense yet filled with anticipation.
Lu Yue pretended to chat casually with the other models, but his eyes kept darting toward the studio's tightly closed door. The smug satisfaction in his heart gradually gave way to an inexplicable unease—
That blonde woman's aura and movements were too assured, too confident... Could she actually pull it off?
Finally, after about an hour had passed, the studio door slowly creaked open.
The first to emerge were the slightly plump costume designer and the bespectacled Show Director.
Their faces no longer bore the skepticism from earlier; instead, they radiated unconcealed shock and an almost reverent admiration.
The two women stepped aside slightly, their gazes locked firmly on the doorway as if drawn by a magnet, as if paying homage to the unveiling of an unparalleled treasure.
Then, as everyone held their breath in anticipation, "Aya" glided gracefully into view.
Boom!
The air in the entire backstage area seemed to vanish in an instant!
Every murmur of conversation, the rustle of makeup brushes, the whisper of fabric, and all other sounds abruptly ceased.
Time seemed to freeze, leaving only the suppressed gasps for breath echoing through the silent space.
She was wearing a soul-stirringly magnificent gown!
Its centerpiece was an exquisitely designed slip dress.
Its front panel was crafted from pristine, matte white silk, as pure and sacred as freshly fallen snow, perfectly hugging the delicate curves of her upper body.
But the back was a visual feast: from the waist down, the skirt cascaded in layer upon layer, flowing seamlessly from that pure white into a luxurious, warm champagne gold, like the Milky Way spilling across the heavens.
Countless layers of gossamer-thin chiffon intertwined with flowing satin, forming a complex yet rhythmic train that shimmered like liquid gold with every graceful step she took.
The cinched waistline, as if sculpted by the most meticulous hand of a deity, flawlessly accentuated her slender figure.
A daring slit along the side of the skirt offered fleeting glimpses of her long, snow-white legs. Veiled by the translucent tulle and bathed in golden light, they appeared and disappeared with each step, adding an air of mystery and captivating allure.
The three-dimensional waist corset encircling her waist was no mere ornament. It was meticulously woven from countless shimmering gold threads, each gleaming with a starlight-like shimmer, crafted with breathtaking precision and artistry.
The gold threads coiled into ancient, sacred totemic patterns, clinging to the curves of her waist and abdomen like living entities. With each step she took, the corset undulated, casting dynamic shadows under the light.
Paired with minimalist yet exquisitely crafted gold jewelry adorning her wrists, arms, and head—all in complementary shades of gold—and the golden, mystical patterns etched beneath her collarbone, the ensemble exuded unparalleled opulence.
Pure white and flowing gold—two extreme colors clashed and fused upon her form!
The matte white silk served as an earthly foundation, retaining the warmth of her flesh.
Meanwhile, the flowing gold threads, shimmering like molten gold and pulsating with a lifelike glow, and the gradient-hued skirt, materialized as divine radiance incarnate.
In that moment, "Aya" transcended being merely an elegant, golden-haired beauty. She had become a goddess descended from a mysterious realm deep within the cosmos!
Enveloped in an indescribable aura of sacred purity and enigmatic majesty, each step she took seemed to tread upon invisible astral pathways.
Her slender, unadorned neck, far from appearing incomplete, now resembled a Divine Throne reserved for an supreme treasure, silently beckoning the Starry Light to grace it.
In every heart, a single thought was forcefully imprinted by this overwhelming spectacle:
If the world's unparalleled Starry Light were to rest upon that neck...
It would be an eternal, absolute strike—enough to make even the gods hold their breath!