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//10//:Fashion Week

SABRINA'S POV
26TH FEBRUARY,2018.
NEW YORK CITY.

"Wake up! We're going to be late!" I heard Mimi's girly voice as it pierced into my ears. I groaned loudly, using my pillow to block my ears from hearing her voice. Her voice is the first thing I hate in the morning, second is waking up. It's so frustrating. Especially when she starts jumping on my bed with her boots.

I'm on my period today so I didn't bother waking up for fajr prayer nor going out for a morning run.

"Wake*jumps*up*jumps*late*jumps*for*jumps*fashion*week*jumps!"

My eyes flickered open as I digested what she had just vocalised. I jumped up abruptly. "Did  you just say fashion week? Oh no! I'm roasted!" I ranted walking towards the full length mirror. There I stood, with duck tape on my left cheek, shirt stained with ketchup, purple lipstick from Godknows where I got it from, my hair was like bird's nest—like that of Laura Marano's from bad hair day. Normally people's sweatpants stopped around their ankle but mine wasn't. The left leg was up to my knee then right leg down to my ankle. Oh and my left feet had no sock.

Just call me crazy. This is what happens when you stay up all night trying to organise your fashion crew before the main fashion day.

"What's the time?" I asked her as I analysed my skin which was slowly reddening. It does that when I'm on the verge of breaking down. I can't afford to mess up what we've been planning for months.

"9:05am, fashion show starts by 10:00am. I've spoken with all the designers, makeup artists, hairstylists, photographers and graphic designers. Everything is all set except Sophie's collection but she'll soon wrap it up. You just get inside and do what you gotta do. I'll get your outfit and breakfast ready." She pushed me inside the bathroom. I brushed my teeth with my raspberry scented toothpaste. I had a good bath with of course scented candles. I washed my hair with my favorite raspberry shampoo and conditioner, I managed to get all the ketchup stain out.

Don't ask me how I got it.

I ambled out and did the necessary rubbing,spraying and cladding. I blow dried my hair then used a stretching iron on it. I did my edges and moved downstairs.

"Breakfast in car will always work out, let's get moving." I was once again, was dragged by Mimi to the Range Rover waiting outside.

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"Move it guys, hurry up!" I instructed my crew as they moved inside with all the clothes and other stuffs.

"Mimi and Dan, handle things with the models here, the makeup and the hair. I'll check up on the graphic designers and photographers." Without waiting for a reply I moved out of the room, fixing my AirPods.

Our models car walked down the runaway one by one showcasing our high class designs with classic music playing at the background. It went by smoothly, I was elated.

I was called out to the runway. I did a bit of waving and grinning then walked out as the crowd applauded.

"SAK, what do you want to say about your new winter collection?"

"Hello there Anna, first of all, you look gorgeous girl." I complimented the tanned skinned, chestnut brown haired reporter who was stunned in a black Hermes tube top, white Cartier oversized leather jacket, black Veluci straight pants with a white ankle strap heel. Her hair was straightened and fell below her shoulders. Her makeup was light yet very unique.

"Thank you so much." She replied with a grin plastered on her plump lips.

"Well this winter collection was inspired by science. Quite funny right? But hear this. The clothes all came in darker shades and that's because I realized during winter, dark clothes actually makes one warm and cozy. It inspired the whole collection. Guys, the darker your outfit is the cozier you get. Thank you!"

"I must say, you manage to make even the slightest things interesting SAK. A big congratulations to DILA KS, you guys did a great job. So what are you wearing?"

"A cream Raplh Lauren sweater, Chanel pencil jeans, DILA KS ankle boots, a Victoria secret red flannel shirt and my special hand knitted beanie." The photographers took a couple of shots as I twirled around and did a bow. They moved to the makeup and Hairstylists then to Mimi.

31ST JANUARY, 2018.
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.

"Bye!" I waved my hands before putting in my headphones searching for a song on my phone.

"You're seriously not coming?" Kubra asked or shall I say whined for the fifteenth time. She's been bugging me to follow her and some other friends to Disney land. I don't want to go but she still doesn't want to give up. I'm saving up all my energy for tomorrow. The day we'll be returning to our fatherland.

Also, the opening of SAPPHIRE IRIS and DILA KS in Nigeria. And guess what? Tomorrow's my birthday. My 20th birthday presisely. I can't wait. I know maybe my friends and family will plan something huge. Everyone knows how much I've awaited and wished for the day to dawn. I'm really excited about the whole thing.

I'm saving my energy for tomorrow. It's going to be a blast. Moreover, I have tons of packing to do. But I'm sure going to miss LA.

"Yes, Kubra. Do me a favor and not ask the same question again? Please?" I hugged her tightly before she struggled out of the hug sending me her infamous glare.

"I hate you—"

"——can't hear you!" I increased the volume of the music on my headphones. Mimi horned loudly, indicating her impatience as she waited for Kubra. Kubra groaned before storming out.

I wore my blue hoodie and black baggy jeans then drove out of the house with my Jaguar. I drove pass a lot of places I know I'd miss a lot. The sky seemed to be a lighter tone of orange mixed with pink, indeeed it gave the evening a wonderful meaning.

I parked near a mall and walked around a bit. Everyone seemed happy and jovial. The teenagers rejoiced for Allah knows what, the couples took long walks, children took their pets out for a walk while heading to the park.

Los Angeles is like a beauty parlor at the end of the universe. People don't live in Los Angeles because they are tied to the same old, same old. We live in Los Angeles because of the intoxicating energy of new beginnings that permeate our city.

Los Angeles is the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.

You decide who you are here.

Los Angeles is the City of Dreams, the City of Angels, a city blessed and cursed with a glorious dream and façade of hopes — glitter sprinkled on top if its sprawling expanse. It is a city without a center, a city with a rich and fabled past often bestowed with nostalgic memories not entirely based on fact; an erasure of memory.

An old lady with a trolley filled with bouquet of flowers passed by before sending me a smile, I smiled back. She turned around and stood next to me.

"Happiness is yours to conquer. Hang in there!" She beamed then passed a bouquet of flower to me before disappearing into the crowd.

I needed to hear that. I had this urge feeling that my life was surely going to take a huge turn but the thing is,is it going to be a good one or is it going to be a bad turn?

END OF CHAPTER