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Everyone shared where they travel to on their weekends. Even living and working in their beautiful art-rich city, they’d went to Amsterdam, Italy, Spain, Sweden, and Dubai, just last weekend. I listened and absorbed, and every minute, my view and world became bigger. This…this was what I’d come to Paris for, and I was so thankful I was beginning to open my eyes and heart to everything around me.
The time for Hayden’s model fitting had finally arrived. His collection and style were a play on glamour with a modern steampunk fantasy. There were leathers, satins, wools, beads, lace, and, to my delight, knits. I loved that he brought in all types of body shapes and heights. Wyatt and I, along with his assistants, pinned, fixed, and steamed clothes, and brought over accessories for him to approve. In the moments in between, we observed Hayden as he meticulously went over each model’s fit.
“Nadia,” Hayden called me over to a model fitting for a leather and velvet jumpsuit.
“This is Cassie.”
The models were the top in the fashion industry, including Cassie. I’d seen her on videos from numerous runways and fashion covers.
Cassie smiled. “Ca va?”
“Ca va, bien. Thank you, Cassie,” I smiled at her.
“Take images for me at all angles.” I was handed a Polaroid camera and began snapping photos. The camera loved her, and the jumpsuit had the precision and elegance of the best tailoring. I moved around her as Hayden had her walk. His eyes were keen on every movement of the fit. Once he asked her to stop walking for him, I stacked the images for him to review, but he placed them down without looking. He moved on to two similar beaded mini dresses. “Give me your opinion. Mina or Yumi?”
“The dress fits Yumi.”
He glanced at Wyatt.
“Mina.”
Hayden never broke eye contact with me as he spoke to his assistant, but repeated in English, “Give the suit to Mina.”
I kept silent as we both stared at the dress again, and when Mina put it on, it had a small gap at the top. But I scanned over her again to see what I may have missed. She stood with a bright confidence that elevated it. “Go with the assistant and help make it fit, Nadia.”
I nodded and followed the assistant, adding pins before Mina removed the garment. After a while, it worked on Mina.
Hayden came over and peered at Mina as she walked and posed in the finished dress. “Better.”
A model walked out in a form-fitting, gold beaded halter dress, and I was instantly in heaven. Unfortunately, the outfit hung off her petite frame and was too long in the leg, even with heels. It would require significant alterations, but that would ruin the effect.
“She’s too thin.” Hayden frowned. “Nadia, your body type is closer to the model I have for it, but she’s not here. Let’s see it on you. Dépêchez-vous.”
I hesitated. Seriously? But the team stood waiting, so I went behind the dress curtain and put on the dress.
“No boots,” Hayden called back.
I hadn’t expected to be put on the spot, and luckily, I had on nice undergarments. The dress had only reached below my hips when Hayden appeared. “Voyons voir. How is the fit?”
My face warmed, but I could see his enthusiasm for his work and decided to let go of my annoyance. Hayden impatiently gestured for me to follow him out as he and his team surrounded me. As I watched them in the wall mirror, I went into that space as a designer. The dress fit my body like a glove, accentuating my breasts and seductively hugging my curves.
“Can we see it with your hair down?”
I nodded and pulled out the clip and shook out the curls. Someone took my shoe size and brought platforms close to Vivienne Westwood Gillies. I felt like an Amazonian princess.
Hayden came close and squinted at the bustline and lingered on my hips. “How does it feel on you, Nadia?”
“Strong. Sensual. Attractive,” I said, and took pride in myself for not blushing.
He came behind me and his warm fingers pressed on my shoulder. “Shoulders back. Can you walk?”
“I will.” I moved forward with a confident stride and turned.
“Oh la la. Nadia is giving us a moment,” Hayden mused.
I did a dramatic pose, and light laughter broke across the room.
“Lovely, Nadia…Hmm. It’s such a shame your presence is…too much of a distraction from the clothes, no?” He glanced over at his assistants, who echoed him. “Still, there’s something here. Our model Renee is in Milan. If she doesn’t arrive in time, I want you to wear this dress for the close of the show. Keep the heels to practice.”
