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However, we had no time left to wait. We walked to the front row and applause erupted from the people seated as more cameras approached, photographing us. Tomas stopped us to pose, and I relaxed my expression, angling my stance to compliment the dress, as I had been taught at design school. The show was more than me.
Then we sat in the front as Hayden stood and went on stage. An instrumental of “Back to Black” by Amy Winehouse with a remix of “Le Jazz Hot!” from Victor/Victoria played.
Tomas patted my hand, and I grinned at him. “Ready to blow your mind?”
The show was Josephine Baker-dazzling glamour mixed with modern tech. Hayden presented elegant gowns, sleek pantsuits, and bare-chested men in suspendered wide-legged pants. There were oversized knits, shifts, and body-tight dresses with a satin-leather mix. The dancing screens with models posing in the dresses made the clothes captivating, and even I wanted everything that walked the stage. It was a whirlwind of magic, and I enjoyed the ride. More so humbled to be a participant, it was a designer’s dream. And it could be me one day, putting on a show in Paris.
At the end, Tomas stood and took my hand, and we walked on the stage to stand with Hayden.
“Tomas. Hayden. Is this a match made in heaven for Givenchy?” The press called out between questions.
“It’s clearly a match. Didn’t you watch the show?” Tomas said coyly, and I loved him for how he handled himself.
Hayden leaned close to my ear. “Keep the dress. No one can wear it as well as you.”
I wanted to refuse, but I didn’t want to be rude. He was happy, and I was happy for him and Tomas both. “Merci. Congratulations, Hayden.”
This show would definitely go into fashion history. I left them to continue with the press and went backstage to change. I took off the dress and my stomach lurched. I rushed into the bathroom and vomited.
Rap. Someone knocked on the door.
“Nadia, are you okay?” It was Josephine.
“Nerves,” I called back. I came out, and she quickly helped me out of the dress and waved my face with her clipboard to help me calm down. I’m strong. I’m fine. I’m here.
I took deep breaths. “I’m okay. It’s all been a surprise.”
“Yes, I see, but that’s Hayden. He goes with his instincts. And it serves him well.” She brought my clothes back, and I changed. “You don’t have to help with the clean-up.”
“No. Please, I want to.”
Allowing me to attend the show in Hayden’s clothes had made me feel singled out with extra privilege. I wanted to feel a part of the team.
She hesitated, but relented. “Okay.”
I rejoined the rest of the interns and assistants and took their direction in packing garment bags with the rest of the clothing returning to the studio.
When Josephine came to dismiss me, I found Wyatt standing next to the stage. “Wasn’t that incredible, Nadia?”
“It was amazing,” I enthused.
“You looked beautiful in the dress. The photos will be superb.”
I lowered my head. “Yes, well….”
“Hayden has an eye for what sells. This was a good opportunity. You should be happy.”
My shoulders dropped. “Okay.”
“Are you coming to the party tonight at Hotel Le Meurice?”
“I didn’t know anything about it,” I told him. “Tomas didn’t mention a party.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Tomas only goes to parties he hosts. He dislikes celebrities.”
That explains a lot with him.
“You missed the announcement by Josephine. We can go together?” Wyatt offered. “It would be a shame to miss out on the networking opportunities.”
