Though she was considerably early, the dressing room was still rather crowded. Models were actually helping each other into their ensembles, hair and makeup touched up and oozing perfection. Some of them look like they’d be blown away at the slightest breeze and even break if they toppled over. Shaking her head, the petite designer pushed the critical thoughts away and headed over to the clothes rack, checking the designs that still hung there and helping models on their first outfits. It was going to be a busy day.
“Ana, there you are!” It was a cheerful half greeting, her smile meant to make up for the fact that they really didn’t have time for a full-out friendly chat if they were going to be on time. That, and there was such a thing as professionalism. Renee didn’t want to look like she was playing favorites.
Motioning the model over, Renee pulled the first outfit off the rack. “You ready?”
((Outfits on rack:
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