When Love Comes Late

Stellas voice was stern as she added, Use the microphone.

I want everyone to hear it loud and clear.

Hearing this, Lindsays frustration boiled over.

Stella, you cant do this.

It will disgrace Matthew.

Stellas retort was swift and sharp.

Oh? Now you think about Matthews embarrassment? You should have considered the consequences before you acted so impulsively.

Lindsay found herself tongue-tied, utterly confounded by Stellas probing question.

With a smug grin, Doreen wheeled Lindsay forward, offering a word of caution.

Miss Wheeler, you have mobility issues, and the backstage area is a hive of activity right now.

If you were to be jostled, who would take the blame? Much better to enjoy the show from the front, away from the hustle. Fury and frustration boiled within Lindsay as she hissed.

Just you wait! Doreen, indifferent to her anger, continued to guide the wheelchair away.

Stella remained still for a brief moment, steadying her nerves before making her way to the dressing room.

Her features melted into a warm smile as she greeted her team.

The show starts in ten minutes.

Thank you, everyone, for pushing through.

Together, were going to make this spectacular.noveldrama

The models, all from Mileys renowned agency, were no strangers to the limelight.

Their nods were quiet but firm, signaling a shared confidence in their collective prowess.

In the audience area, Lindsay returned to her seat, simmering with resentment.

Before she could even gather her thoughts, the emcee had already embellished and broadcast Stellas words to the audience, sparking a wave of laughter.

Under the gaze of the crowd, she eyed the opulent chandelier above, her mind ticking toward her sinister backup plan.

The Launch event burst into life beneath the glow of brilliant lights, with the emcees voice weaving through the crowd, setting the stage for what promised to be an unforgettable evening.

As his words faded, the space filled with the thumping beats of an upbeat pop anthem, marking the commencement of a high-energy fashion fiesta.

The first model emerged, commanding the runway with her grace and authority.

Her dress caught the light, casting prisms around the room, mesmerizing the audience to the point that it was claimed by a keen spectator before she even reached the runways heart.

These creations, touted as the epitome of accessible luxury, were priced from ten thousand upward, some reaching the lofty heights of a hundred thousand.

Yet, the hefty price tags did nothing to quench the audiences thirst for haute couture.

Behind the curtains, Stella was the undisputed puppet master, her simple yet stylish suit a stark contrast to the dazzling spectacle she commanded.

She observed the unfolding event with a serene focus, the glow of professionalism and determination reflected in her gaze.

Her walkie-talkie crackled to life occasionally with updates, which she handled with the deftness of a seasoned pro, ensuring every element of the event proceeded like clockwork. As the orders cascaded in, the sales figures soared, illuminated on the colossal screen overhead.

Each climbing digit seemed to pierce Lindsays eyes with a sharp sting.

Chewing on her lower lip, her heart swelled with a toxic blend of envy and bitterness.

Silently, she questioned her fate.

Why was Stella bathed in such resplendent success? Lindsays fists clenched tight, nails biting into her skin as a visceral reaction to the mounting jealousy.

Meanwhile, a flurry of activity buzzed from afar.

Bellas extensive circle of friends and former clients were zealously placing orders.

Alissa too lent her considerable influence, bolstering the event with a rapid succession of orders that streamed in.

Additionally, eagle-eyed attendees noted that the esteemed Sanz Group was championing Stellas designs, an endorsement that undoubtedly magnetized a significant clientele.

The atmosphere within the venue was electric, charged with enthusiasm and a palpable warmth.