MMORPG: I was BUGGED-Chapter 362: Clash of Styles

Rainbow Garden, the venue chosen by renowned fashion designer Valentine for her Fall collection showcase, was a picturesque haven nestled amidst the bustling cityscape.

As its name suggested, the garden was a vibrant tapestry of colors, with a diverse array of flowers, shrubs, and trees dotting the landscape.

The entrance to Rainbow Garden was marked by an ornate wrought-iron gate adorned with delicate floral motifs, hinting at the splendor that lay beyond.

A cobblestone path meandered through the garden, flanked by meticulously manicured lawns and flower beds bursting with blooms in every hue imaginable.

Upon entering the garden, guests were greeted by the soothing sounds of trickling water from ornate fountains scattered throughout the space.

The air was redolent with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an enchanting atmosphere that transported visitors to a world of natural beauty and tranquility.

As guests made their way further into the garden, they were met with a sprawling canopy of trees, their branches adorned with twinkling fairy lights that cast a soft, ethereal glow over the surroundings.

Beneath the canopy, rows of elegant white chairs were arranged in neat lines, facing towards a raised platform at the heart of the garden –– the stage for Valentine’s fashion show.

The stage itself was a masterpiece of design, crafted to blend seamlessly with the natural surroundings while still commanding attention.

Lush foliage served as a backdrop, framing the stage and lending an organic elegance to the setting. A makeshift runway extended from the stage, its surface covered in rich, earthy-toned carpeting reminiscent of fallen leaves.

Behind the scenes, however, chaos reigned supreme as models, makeup artists, and stylists hurriedly prepared for the show.

A temporary tent had been erected to serve as a backstage area, its interior buzzing with activity as teams of professionals worked tirelessly to ensure that every detail was perfect.

Makeup artists wielded brushes with precision, deftly applying layers of foundation and accentuating features with bold strokes of color.

Hairstylists teased and coaxed locks into elaborate updos and sleek, sophisticated styles, while wardrobe assistants carefully selected garments and accessories to complement each look.

Amidst the flurry of activity, tensions ran high as last-minute adjustments were made and nerves frayed.

Yet, despite the chaos, there was an undeniable sense of competition among the models –– a shared understanding on who will be the top model in bringing Valentine’s vision to life on the runway.

This event marked yet another pivotal moment for the models, a chance to showcase their professional prowess and set the stage for future opportunities in their burgeoning careers.

Among the illustrious lineup of models, the perennial favorite, Lisa, stood out. With her statuesque frame, porcelain skin, cascading black locks, and doll-like features, she exuded an air of timeless elegance.

Lisa’s ability to effortlessly embody the essence of the garments she wore made her a coveted asset for designers.

It was almost a guarantee that any ensemble graced by Lisa would fly off the shelves in a heartbeat, a testament to her unparalleled ability to elevate fashion to an art form.

Her presence on the runway signaled not just the designer’s talent and prestige but also served as a stamp of approval for the industry at large.

Consequently, Lisa was revered as a VVIP within the modeling community, her every appearance eagerly anticipated and celebrated.

However, amidst the glitz and glamour, there lingered an age-old trope of romantic intrigue. Like many models before her, Lisa harbored a fleeting attraction toward Victor, the dashing heartthrob of the industry.

Theirs was a dalliance as commonplace as any within their social circles, a flirtatious dance that added an extra layer of intrigue to the backstage chatter.

As Victor made his entrance alongside Xiaxia, clad in her flamboyant attire, a momentary hush fell over the crowd, giving way to an undercurrent of tension.

Victor, with his chiseled features and enigmatic charm, was a beloved figure in the industry, admired by women far and wide for his magnetic allure.

The juxtaposition between Lisa’s ethereal beauty and Xiaxia’s ostentatious ensemble cast a spotlight on the clash of styles and sensibilities, sparking whispers and raised eyebrows among the onlookers.

Yet, amidst the initial unease, there lingered a palpable curiosity, a sense of anticipation for what was to come.

For in the world of fashion, where every twist and turn of the runway tells a story, it is the unexpected moments that often leave the most lasting impressions.

"Who’s that?" Lisa inquired, her gaze sweeping over Xiaxia from head to toe with a hint of disdain. "She’s so . . . out of place."

Her assistant, equally clueless, stammered, "I . . . I don’t know. She’s a new face."

"But why is Victor with her?" Lisa pressed, her curiosity tinged with a touch of annoyance.

The assistant struggled to formulate a response. "Maybe . . . maybe she’s just filling in last-minute? You know, some models have backed out due to conflicts with other designers showcasing at the same time as Valentine."

"You mean Zenith?" Lisa smirked derisively. "Unprofessional fools. They’ve sealed their fate. Valentine may be new, but she’s already the darling of this generation. Zenith is clinging to past glories with nothing but his fading reputation."

Without another word, Lisa rose from her seat, her intentions clear.

"Where are you going?" her assistant called after her, bewildered by her sudden departure.

But Lisa offered no explanation as she strode purposefully toward Victor and Xiaxia.

She sweetly smiled at Victor and raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Xiaxia. "Hello Victor, long time no see. And who’s this lost pup with you?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Victor returned the smile and introduced Xiaxia. "This is Xiaxia, she’ll be filling in for some of the gaps."

"Hi there! I’m Xiaxia, and you must be Lisa. I’m a huge fan!" Xiaxia greeted warmly, extending her hand in friendship.

However, Lisa didn’t acknowledge Xiaxia’s gesture and instead voiced her concern. "You’re just in time, although . . ." Lisa paused, a hint of skepticism creasing her brow. "Are you sure she’s going to be alright? She’s not a model, is she?"