Chapter 67
Chapter 67 Pushed Into The Spotlight
Dominic slung an arm around my waist and pulled me into his embrace. He whispered, “The costume for
the finale.”
I blinked dumbly, my brain stalling at his words.
About three secondster, I asked, “You’re letting me wear the final design? What about the model?
What’s she going to wear?”
He chuckled and replied, “Liliana, you really should be adding more brain foods to your diet. You’re
taking forever as always to connect the dots. Since you’re wearing the costume, doesn’t that make you
the model?”
I was about to retort his backhanded jibe when the word “model” struck me dumb.
And indeed, I was silent for a while before I fully understood the implications of his words.
“Dominic, are you making me take the runway? Now’s not the time for jokes. It’s fine if it’s only my
reputation at stake, but I don’t want to ruin someone’s hard work and the entire fashion show to boot!”
I stared at Dominic like he was deranged, wondering if he was the one who should be checking out brain
foods.
It was not a sense of misguided humility that had me denying his request but a fair assessment of my
actual talents.
Walking a runway? That’s absurd.
“Do I look like I’m making a joke right now?” Dominic arched a brow and asked calmly.
I heaved a long sigh. “I can’t do this. If this is your way of pranking me, there are way more appropriate
asions for that. Modeling is beyond me.”
My brain was nk save for one thought – Dominic was definitely trying to embarrass me.
Soon enough, the staff who had left to retrieve the costume returned with a garment bag in hand.
Dominic took the garment bag from the staff and inspected the dress. Satisfied, he dropped the dress in
my arms.
“Get changed.”
His tone left no room for argument, and I felt like I was about to dissolve into tears.
“I’m not getting changed! Like I said earlier, it’s not only my reputation at stake. I can’t be responsible for
ruining other people’s hard work.” I draped the dress carefully over a nearby chair and stood my ground.
Dominic stared at me intently before saying, “I designed this costume, and this is my fashion show.
You’re not messing things up for anyone else.”
It was a jaw-dropping revtion, and my mind was running wild. “Why on earth would you have me wear
this, then? Are you drunk?”
I was perplexed. Really? He’s going to drag himself down for a chance to denigrate me?
Though I had already made up my mind to reject him, Dominic pulled out the big guns, threatening to
undress me himself if I refused to get changed.
His stubborn insistence was befuddling.
I had never been to a fashion show in my life, let alone modeled on the runway.
“You have three seconds. Get changed, or I’ll do it for you.”
“You won’t regret sending me out there?” I asked.
“One.”
I made ast-ditch attempt to dissuade him. “Dominic, you need to think things through. I could really
damage your brand’s reputation-”
“Two.”
“Hey, you can’t turn around and me me if-”
Before he could utter “three,” I grabbed the dress and dashed into the dressing room.
Just as I had gotten undressed, I heard a woman’s voice from outside the dressing room.
“Ms. Zti, may Ie in to assist you with changing?”
“Oh, sure. Pleasee in.”
Changing in front of others was ufortable, but since this was Dominic’s creation, I wanted to take
every precaution while putting it on.
He mighte after my head if I ruin a zipper or something.
Under the female staff’s help, I managed to put on the masterpiece, which happened to be a wedding
gown.
I could not help but sigh when I saw myself in the mirror. Dominic’s a pretty amazing bridal designer.
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The dress fit me like a glove, so much so that I almost thought that he might have designed it especially
for me.
To the female staff busy arranging my skirt, I asked, “Does he specialize in bridal wear?”
She seemed surprised by my question and smiled. “Do you mean Mr. Hartnell? He mainly designs
casualwear for women.”
“Casualwear? Then why is the final piece a wedding gown?”
Before my curiosity could be satisfied, Dominic was yelling at us to hurry up from outside the door.
The staff held my skirt for me as we left the dressing room in a rush, leaving my question unanswered.
Outside, Dominic had changed into a tailored ck tuxedo. It looked like he had styled his hair as well.
In our respective outfits, we looked like a couple ready to head to the altar.
The female staff who had been with me earlier had nothing but praise for how I looked in the gown.
Under Dominic’s scrutiny, though, insecurity flooded my being.
What if he thinks it looks horrendous? Would he use me of ruining his design?
“I-is it nice?” I asked timidly.
Dominic continued to appraise me for a few more minutes before saying, “It’s all right. The gown is the
true star, anyway.”
I fell silent. Internally, I cursed myself for asking such a stupid question.
“Come here.” He stretched a hand out to me.
Instead of arguing, I obeyed his orders and ced my hand in his.
He tucked my hand in the crook of his arm and led us to the end of the long line of models.
The models were all dressed in casual apparel, and I was the only one wearing a wedding gown.
“Dominic, why do I need to wear a wedding gown? Won’t I stick out like a sore thumb?” I asked quietly.
“It’s the finale. It has to be different from the others.” His exnation did make sense.
Ah well, he’s the boss. Whatever he says, goes.
I got more and more nervous as we approached the runway. Sweat beaded on my face and turned my
hands mmy as well. Despite that, I dared not wipe the sweat for fear of ruining my makeup.
“Calm down; it’s almost our turn. Just follow my lead and smile. Keep staring ahead.”
“U-us?” My head twisted sharply to Dominic. “You’re going out there with me?”
Wordlessly, he looked at me like I was missing some brain cells.
He never said he was walking the runway with me! What’s wrong if I’m surprised?
I was still fuming when Dominic said, “Showtime.”
My body tensed up instantly.
I guess I was lucky to have Dominic beside me. My legs seemed to have forgotten how to walk.
Never in my life had I been under the scrutiny of so many people. The shing spotlights were painfully
blinding.
I made out Louis in the front row, sitting beside Nichs.
The runway was barely ten meters long, but I felt like it was endless.
Finally, we reached the end of the runway. Apuse and bouquets greeted Dominic.
Just then, a bouquet was thrust into my hands.