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Chapter 89 

Camila’s POV Post 

I arrived at Anabela’s office to find her gathering her things in a hurry. The moment she spotted me she dropped everything and rushed over. “Camila! You’re here!” She threw her arms around me, hugging ve so tightly that I burst out laughing. 

“Bella, breathe! I’m not going anywhere.” 

“I could kiss you right now!” She pulled back, her eyes shining with relief. “You have no idea how much you ve saved me. I knew I could count on you. If you hadn’t agreed to help, I honestly don’t know what I would have 

done.” 

I hugged her again and playfully ruffled her hair. “Of course you can count on me. We’re best friends, remember? But seriously, why didn’t you tell me about the show earlier? You didn’t even save me a ticket!” 

Anabela gave me an apologetic look. “You’ve been so busy with the Whitmore Group lately. I figured you barely 

had time for yourself, and I didn’t want to add to your stress.” 

“Bella, you could never be a burden to me. If I’d known the date, I would have made time to come and cheer you on.” I glanced at her watch. “Anyway, we can discuss your poor communication skills later. Tell me what I need to do. I’ve never walked a runway before.” 

“Don’t worry. I’ll guide you through everything.” 

“What if I trip? Or walk like someone searching for the exit?” 

She burst out laughing. “Then you’ll give everyone a memorable show!” 

“Anabela!” 

“Relax! You have the height and the figure. You just need to carry yourself with confidence. Come on, we’re running out of time.” 

We hurried to the car. On the way to the venue, she sent me several runway tutorial videos. I watched them one after another, growing less confident with every clip. The models glided down the runway in towering heels, their expressions composed and their movements so graceful that walking seemed as effortless as 

breathing. 

I turned to Anabela. “You watched these videos and decided I could do this?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“Bella, those women look like they were born on a runway. I’m just trying not to break an ankle.” 

She laughed. “Trust your designer. Once we get you into the outfits, I’ll make the necessary adjustments. And remember, confidence is everything.” 

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one about to make her runway debut in front of an international audience.” 

“Which is why you have me. Stop worrying. You’ll be amazing.” 

When we arrived, I finally understood why she had been so frantic. The fashion centre was enormous, buzzing with designers, models, photographers, and guests. This was the first time the major international showcase was being held in Ravenscrest and the scale of the event was impressive. 

Anabela led me to the main stage first. I stared down the long runway, taking in the bright lights and rows of 

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seats. “That’s a very long walk,” I muttered. 

“It’s supposed to be.” 

d I have to do it in heels?” 

She grinned. “Now you’re getting it.” 

I gave her a look, and she laughed before leading me to the dressing area backstage. Three models had been scheduled to showcase two outfits each, making six looks in total. With one model injured and no replacement available, I had been called in to save the day. 

Anabela squeezed my hand. “Ready for your fitting?” 

I looked at the racks of clothes and the heels waiting nearby. “No,” I admitted. “But let’s do this before change my mind.” 

Anabela brought out two outfits and held them up for me to see. One was a short dress with a bold, modern 

design; the other was a long, elegant gown. Both were stunning. 

“Bella, these are beautiful!” I exclaimed, running my eyes over the intricate details. 

A proud smile spread across her face. “I spent weeks perfecting them. I’ve been waiting for tonight to show everyone what I can do. But now that I see you standing beside them, I think they’ve finally found the right person.” 

I laughed. “You haven’t even seen me wear them yet!” 

“I have eyes, Camila. Now go and try them on.” 

I took the dresses into the changing room, starting with the shorter one. When I emerged, Anabela stopped in the middle of adjusting a rack of clothes. For a moment, she simply stared. 

“Bella?” I glanced down at myself. “Is something wrong?” 

“Wrong?” She hurried toward me, practically glowing. “Camila, look at you!” 

I turned toward the mirror. The dress fitted my figure beautifully, accentuating my waist without needing a 

single adjustment. 

Anabela circled me, inspecting the fit with a designer’s eye. 

“I knew these designs were good, but this…” She shook her head in disbelief. “The dress looks completely different on you. In the best possible way.” 

“Please don’t make me nervous. I’m already worried about walking without falling.” 

“I’m serious! The model I selected was beautiful, but something never felt quite right when she wore this. I kept thinking I needed to change the design. Now I realise the design wasn’t the problem.” 

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying I’m better than your professional model?” 

“I’m saying you bring something to the dress that I couldn’t quite capture before.” She adjusted a fold near my waist, then stepped back to admire her work. “The fit is almost perfect. I barely need to touch it.” 

I smiled at my reflection. “Well, as long as I don’t ruin your big night, I’ll consider that a success.” 

“You’re not going to ruin anything. You’re going to make people remember these designs.” 

She handed me the second outfit, and I returned to the changing room. 

The long gown fitted just as beautifully. When I stepped out again, Anabela let out an excited squeal. “Oh, this 

is even better!” 

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“Bella, you’re going to give me a headache with all this shouting.” 

“Then stop looking so gorgeous!” she shot back, laughing as she came closer to inspect the gown. “I need to make sure every detail is perfect, but honestly, there’s hardly anything to fix.” 

I shook my head, amused by her enthusiasm. Seeing how happy she was made my nervousness feel a little less overwhelming. This show meant so much to her, and I wanted her designs to shine. 

Once she was satisfied with the fitting, Anabela called the other models over. “Everyone, this is Cam. She’s stepping in at the last minute, so I need you all to help me get her ready. Show her the basics, espectay how to turn and pose at the end of the runway.” 

The women gathered around me, offering tips and demonstrating their movements. I listened careful, memorising each instruction. I might have been a beginner, but I had no intention of letting Anabela down. 

Still, as I watched the models glide across the floor in their towering heels, one thought kept returning to me. Looking good in a dress was one thing. Walking confidently in front of an entire audience was another. 

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