The firmilair tall building with crystal clear windows and Japan's most demanding fahsion industry. The place you worked. You entered the sliding glass doors and pushed number 4 on the elevator. Going up and rushing out on the floor to reach your office.
A sigh escaped you once you were in your office. Looking across was your clothes rack of all the dresses you would show off tonight. This night would define your career whether that be you would become one of Japan's most recognised designers. Or continue to work at a desk sorting out orders for your clients.
You hoped your inspiration was enough to win the money that came along with the title. You didn't get to enter any time you wanted, there was always limited spaces. So only those who were considered to have talent entered. (Idk how to describe dresses so I'm using these pictures, credit to the artists)
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Dress A
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Dress B
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Dress C
These were only some of your creations, as you went sign the last few sheets of paper. A knock at the door sounded.
You forced a smile and shouted, "come in!" A woman's head popped out from behind the door. She giggled slightly, "(Y/n) you don't need to keep up the charade with me."
