Chapter 5
Eleanor smiled and nodded, then quickly lifted her gown, lurrying towards the backstage. With her mask on, it was hard to distinguish her from Celeste, except for une striking feature–her legs, often hailed as some of the most beautiful in the world. The may show was clearly reaching its peak, and as Eleanor lounged gracefully on a wicker chair, bathed in spotlights, she glanced at her bare wrist–the Crown Star was not there.
People in attendance began to search for the elusive Crown Star, their games landing on Eleanor. Soon, more and more spectators became captivated by her long, fair legs…
Those legs were unforgettable,
with a confident smile, Eleanor raised her hand gracefully, tilting her head to present to the audience. She lifted her left leg with an extraordinary elegance, falling into a dance pose. In that moment, as her white skiet slipped down, the Crown Star around her ankle glimmered with a breathtaking radiance.
Oh my…
The audience was spellbound, with more than a few in disbelief at the sight before them. Eleanor continued to shift positions and strikes poses on the chair, and in each moment–regardless of what posture she took the Crown Star unveiled a different kind of beauty…
Suddenly, the entire ve erupted into enthusiastic applause, with audience members leaping to their feet to cheer for Elounor,
From a high and secluded spot in the crowd, Victor focused intently on Eleanor, his new wife, formerly a supermodel from Shining Capital, walking the runray in place of a B–grade model.
- boom for the runway
He had to admit, whether three years ago or three years into her retirement, she was still
Il that remarkable model,
it was Eleanor and mistakenly
As the Haal pose was struck the jewelry show concluded perfectly, and the founder of HF beamed at Eleanor’s performance, unaware that it was El believing it was Celeste.
He stepped onto the runway, elegantly reaching out his hand to Eleanor, ushering her to the front, where he bowed and expressed gratitude to the audience. “Thank you all.. and of course, I must thank Miss Celeste for her stunning performance tonight
Eleanor remained silent but politely bowed. However, no one expected that from the end of the runway came a sharp voice that sliced through the air: “She isn’t Celeste. I’ve seen Celeste in person; her legs aren’t nearly as long.”
Instantly, the entire caused fuse, confusion painted across their faces as they scrutinized Eleanor’s long legs. “If you really are Miss Celeste, please take off your mask. If not, Heavens Arts is a fraud.”
The voices of doubt grew louder, and even the designers from HF couldn’t ignore the growing suspicion the woman before them was not the real Celeste,
“Miss Celeste, please remove your musk. The designer was enrious–was she really Celeste? If not, collaborating with Heavens Arts might not be worth it
Eleanor looked troubled, and with so much pressure surrounding her, she had no choice but to remove her mask. In that crucial moment, a collective gasp echoed through the crowd and someone immediately recognized the once famous model…
“She’s Eleanor.”
The Hours swept through the audience; after being blacklisted, Eleanor’s reputation had diminished to virtually nothing regarded even lower than some street models. No one could have imagined she had fallen to the point of walking the way for someone else was it deliberate publicity or unfortunate circumstances?
“Eleanor, it’s really Eleanor. Journalists quickly honed in, trapping her in the center of their circle with no way to escape
“Bliss Eleanor, can you explain why you are at the HF show? It was supposed to be Celeste coming tonight, yet you stepped in for her?”
“Three years ago, you were blacklisted. Are you trying to use this show to make a comeback in modeling?”
“A washed–up model, right? Aren’t you trying to snatch opportunities from Celeste? Taking advantage of her injury to claim her endorsement?”
“It’s obvious this is just a publicity stunt. I mean, with Celeste injured, how could she proably walk in this show? What a joker
The reporters‘ questions sharpened, some even crossing the line of professional
“Outdated model..”
This endorsement is meant for Celeste Step aside, yo
asite, you has–been model.”
Eleanor felt comered, merwhelmed by the barrage of reporters, and even shoved around. Just then, HF continued to attack her. “I will sue Heavens Arts Entertainment for band. I want Celeste, and instead, you present me with a third–rate model The design, aware of Eleanor’s past three years ago, only knew that he hadn’t seen her in the industry lately.
you, better he ready to meet me in court. But right now, you need to leave. You’re not worthy of standing on my stage.”
The shout erhood through the venue, leaving the reporters stunned, as an indel had ever been tested this way.
Fleanor had mentally brated herself but still struggled against the humiliation. Suddenly, a deep, commanding volce emerged from the end of the nuiway: “Yeah, some people redly need to po
