Chapter 83
Seoul, Korea
Fashion Square – Loft 33
This, was a first for Seon Rain.
Never had she rendered a room speechless before, and it made her feel beautiful, powerful, and strong.
The heavy French silk Prussian blue pants she wore had extensive antique gold and bronze embroidery work that went from bottom hem up the front of each leg to the waist. A wide gold belt wrapped around her waist, giving her the appearance of womanly hips and a narrowed waist, and it covered where the sheer lace top connected to the pants.
The top was made of black lace that was form fitted, long sleeved, and cut out in the middle and decorated with extensive antique gold and bronze embroidery. A three-inch wide strip of matching Prussian blue silk went down the front on each side and wrapped around her neck, hiding the lace edging and covering her breasts, leaving the entire middle of her chest to her navel exposed. A simple train of Prussian blue silk attached to the back of her pants and flowed behind her when she walked.
Matching four-inch pointed toe heels in Prussian blue satin with gold and crystal flowers adoring them made her feel so much taller, and more feminine.
Instead of wearing her hair down, as Myo Mi-Sun always did, it was slicked back into a ponytail and straighten, and a gold cuff at the base helped hide the navy hair extension she was wearing so her hair was much, much longer and coloful. Dark, smoky amethyst and warm black eyeshadow made her olive green eyes appear almost emerald in color. Heavy mascara made her lashes longer and thicker, more sultry looking, giving her an old Hollywood cat-eye look that she was always too nervous to try. And dark matte merlot lipstick made her lips look fuller and kissable.
“Well, what do you think of Myo Mi-Sun’s new look?” Rain asked, striking a pose. “It has pockets!” she beamed; that was the one thing she asked for and the designer facilitated.
Lucien applauded. “Bien!” he called out.
Will nodded his approval and applauded as well.
Kita stood there with a new dress shirt in hand; the look on his face wasn’t one she had seen from him before.
Instantly Rain’s face dropped.
“You don’t like it,” she surmised.
Kita struggled to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
“Don’t be silly. The red carpet will be yours tonight, Cousin,” Dae-Ho said, snapping a picture of her with his mobile phone to send to Father.
He had light pink hair now and wore a new neon pink and black suit with a matching bowtie and vest.
Rain forced a smile. “I feel like a stranger in my own skin,” she admitted, joining Will in front of the mirrors and looked them over.
They looked like an actual red carpet couple.
“I’m nearly as tall as my date for once,” Rain mumbled.
Will smiled. “A very sexy trait for a woman to have,” he assured her; Lula was taller than him and he loved it. “It is an honor to escort you tonight, Seon Rain. Just stay within the protection of your bodyguards. I won’t let anything happen to you… Kita, close your mouth,” he groaned. “You’re drooling.”
Rain blushed, looking over her shoulder at her partially undressed bodyguard. “Do I look okay?” she asked.
Absently, Kita nodded.
Modeste joined them. “I do amazing work,” he informed them. “It is an honor dressing you, Mademoiselle.”
Will translated for her.
“I am inspired for a new line because of you,” he continued. “Would you do me the honor of being the Korean face of Modeste?”
That was huge!
Never had Myo Mi-Sun had a major modeling contract, especially for an international designer like Modeste Augustin. Because of her height, she was considered short, too short to model on a runway, and commercial success was reserved for younger women.
This was major, and Chairman Hu would be so proud of her for getting a contract, her very first she was responsible for on her own.
A smile filled Rain’s face and she bowed repeatedly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she beamed.
“Clutch!” Kita yelled, startling her. “Clutch to the chest, like Princess Di.”
Rain looked at him curiously. “What?” she asked, confused as to why everyone was looking away from her all of a sudden. “Did I do something wrong?”
Will pushed his hand through his hair, his attention on the ceiling. “Well, um, you’re wearing a very low, low cut top, without two-sided tape, so bowing isn’t wise.”
“Huh?” she asked, confused. “I don’t understand.”
Dae-Ho groaned. “You just flashed everyone your boobs,” he blurted out.
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