Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 93: Mini debut(1)

The next day arrived faster than expected, and the Dream Entertainment studio was buzzing with activity. Today marked the mini-debut of Y.L Mongolia, a moment that had already started making waves in the industry.

Though it wasn’t a full-fledged debut, the anticipation surrounding her was unlike anything the company had seen for a rookie artist.

Lixue sat in front of a brightly lit vanity, her expression calm as the makeup artist delicately applied the finishing touches. Her eyes, sharp and mesmerizing, stared back at her from the mirror.

Today was the day she would step into the spotlight, but there was no nervousness—only quiet determination.

Just then, the door to the dressing room swung open, and one of the stylists walked in, carrying a sleek black box. The woman looked a bit confused as she set it down on the nearby table.

"Miss Y.L, this just arrived for you," the stylist said, adjusting her glasses. "It was sent with your name on it, but there’s no sender."

Lixue raised a brow. She hadn’t ordered anything.

"Who delivered it?" she asked, reaching for the box.

"The front desk said it was brought in by a courier, but there was no note except for your name," the stylist replied.

Curious, Lixue carefully unwrapped the package and lifted the lid.

Inside, nestled in fine black tissue paper, was an exquisite black gown.

The fabric was soft yet structured, flowing like liquid night, with intricate silver embroidery woven into the design. Delicate yet bold, the gown was nothing short of breathtaking.

A hushed gasp filled the room as the stylists and makeup artists gathered closer, unable to contain their awe.

"This is gorgeous," one of them murmured.

"Who could’ve sent something this luxurious?" another whispered.

Lixue ran her fingers lightly over the embroidery, her mind working quickly. This wasn’t something just anyone could get their hands on—it was custom-made, tailored to perfection.

Mo Ran?

Her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

She reached into the box, searching for any sign of a note, but there was none. If it was from Mo Ran, he wasn’t saying it outright.

"Looks like I won’t be needing the outfit Dream prepared for me," Lixue said, standing and lifting the gown with effortless grace. "Help me change."

The stylists eagerly moved into action, their excitement barely contained. As they helped her into the gown, it fit her like a second skin, hugging her frame in all the right places before flaring out in an elegant cascade.

She turned to the mirror, assessing herself.

Dark, elegant, and striking.

It was the perfect look for her debut as Y.L Mongolia.

As the final touches were made, someone knocked lightly on the door before stepping in.

It was the manager assigned to oversee her performance today. He opened his mouth to speak, but as soon as his eyes landed on Lixue, whatever words he had planned were lost.

His breath hitched, his eyes widening in stunned disbelief.

The transformation was unreal.

Lixue turned slightly, catching his reaction in the mirror, and smiled. "Something wrong?"

The manager blinked, struggling to find his voice. "No, it’s just... You look—"

"Otherworldly," one of the stylists finished for him, whispering in awe.

Lixue let out a light laugh, adjusting one of the silver embroidery details. "Good. This is what I’m going for."

The fashion event was in full swing, a dazzling spectacle of glamour, wealth, and influence. Held at one of the city’s most prestigious venues, the grand hall gleamed with gold accents and floor-to-ceiling glass panels, offering a breathtaking view of the skyline. The air buzzed with excitement as industry elites, top designers, celebrities, and socialites gathered for the highly anticipated showcase.

At the entrance, cameras flashed relentlessly as a string of high-profile guests made their arrivals.

"Over there! That’s Lin Xiaoyu, the reigning queen of romantic dramas. She’s in a custom piece by Celeste Atelier," a reporter murmured to his colleague as they snapped pictures of the actress, who waved gracefully at the flashing lights.

"Looks like she’s going for a softer look this time. And—oh! Behind her, that’s Zhang Wei, the designer himself!"

Zhang Wei, a fashion mogul known for his intricate designs, followed closely behind, greeting the press with a practiced smile.

A group of influencers huddled near the entrance, their eyes scanning the arrivals with practiced precision.

"Did you see the necklace Song Jia is wearing? That’s an exclusive piece from the Rinaldi collection. It hasn’t even been released yet," one whispered.

"Of course. Perks of dating a billionaire heir," another added with a knowing smirk.

Across the room, the elite of the modeling industry took their seats in the front row. Legendary supermodel An Rou, a household name for over a decade, adjusted the fur draped over her shoulders. Beside her sat international pop sensation Leo Shen, his effortlessly cool demeanor drawing quiet admiration.

A young designer leaned over to his assistant, whispering urgently, "This is insane. Do you realize how many A-listers are here? If my collection makes an impression tonight, it could change everything."

Before his assistant could respond, the overhead lights dimmed, signaling the start of the main event. A hush fell over the audience as the massive LED screens flanking the runway lit up, displaying the brand’s logo in bold gold letters.

The first model stepped onto the runway, tall and poised, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor. The music swelled, a dramatic blend of orchestral and electronic beats, setting the tone for the collection.

Whispers accompanied each new look as models glided down the runway.

"This color palette... definitely different from last season," one fashion editor noted, scribbling in her notebook.

"I love the sharp silhouettes," murmured another guest.

"I heard the designer took inspiration from ancient Eastern embroidery techniques," a stylist added, her eyes gleaming with appreciation.

The energy in the room was electric, with every step, every pose, every dramatic turn of the models adding to the spectacle. A few audience members discreetly checked their phones, live-tweeting updates and posting clips for eager followers waiting for glimpses of the show.