I stood confidently in front of the mirror, adjusting my bespoke gown. Tonight was the New York Fashion Awards, and I was ready to take the stage by storm.
As I finished getting ready, I felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. This was my moment, the culmination of all my hard work and dedication to my craft.
I thought back to the early days of Zenzi Couture, when I have first started out. I had faced so many challenges and obstacles, but I have never given up. And now, here I am nominated for Best Fashion Company of New York.
I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. I knew that I had worked hard to get to this point, and I was ready to celebrate.
As I made my way to the award show, I felt a sense of confidence and power. I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was not afraid to go after it.
I arrived at the venue, and I was immediately struck by the glamour and excitement of the event. The room was packed with fashion designers, models, and celebrities, all gathered to celebrate the best of Indian fashion.
I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm and focus. I was ready for this moment, and I was going to make the most of it.
As I walked onto the stage, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. I was here, and I was ready to take on the world.
I scanned the room, smiling and waving at my friends and colleagues. But my eyes didn't land on anyone in particular. I was too focused on the moment, too confident in myself.
As I sat on the chair , chatting with Aisha and Saanvi, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. We were all nominated for Best Fashion Company of India, and the competition was fierce.
"All the best ," Camilla whispered, fidgeting with her hands. "You always won"
"She indeed is Queen," Caroline replied confidently. "She had worked too hard "
I nodded in agreement, smiling at my friends (The only friends I got) . " I have got everything I want ."
A few minutes later , the function started with few speeches of the chief guests and few distribution of awards . And now was the most awaited moment for all of us , Cause this was the main award for which Zenzi couture was nominated.
"THE BEST FASION COMPANY OF NEW YORK" .
I stood confident cause I know who is the winner . As the host announced the winner of the Best Fashion Company of NEW YORK. "And the winner is... Zenzi Couture!"
The crowd erupted into applause as Camilla and caroline grabbed my arms, hugged me for the win I got.
As I made my way to the stage. This was the moment I had been working towards for years.
When I reached the stage, I took the Mic and said "I am completely overwhelmed with gratitude. This award is not just a recognition of my work, but also a testament to the hard work and dedication of our team "
I added, "I want to thank our families, who have supported me every step of the way. Without their love and encouragement, I wouldn't be here today."
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "And to all the women who inspire us with their strength, beauty, and resilience, this award is for you. Thank you for being our muse, our guiding light, and our reason for being."
I continued, "I would also like to thank our mentors, who have guided us and helped us grow. Your wisdom and expertise have been invaluable to us."
At last I concluded, "And finally, I want to thank each other. This award is a testament to the power of female friendship and collaboration."
The crowd applauded again, cheering and whistling as we accepted our award, basking in the glory of our achievement
I thought , This day is going to bring something very new . Little did I know, THIS NIGHT IS GOING TO BRING A MASSIVE CHANGE IN THE INDUSTRY.
Three weeks later,
Life feels like a whirlwind. Our new launch is finally happening this summer. I'm sitting with my friends in my office room surrounded by only cheers.
"I still can't believe it, Riyana!" Camilla squeals, grabbing my arm. "our launch is going to launch in Europe! How are you not freaking out?"
I laugh, trying to play it cool. "Oh, I am freaking out. I just hide it well. But honestly, it's surreal. All those late-night design's and endless discussion in meeting room_it's finally paying off."
"You deserve this," Caroline chimes in, raising her soda can. "To Riyana & us and our global domination!"
"Cheers to us!" I say, clinking my wine glass
Caroline interrupts, rolling her eyes. "our designs are raw and real. That's what people want. Plus, the pre launch of the dress makes everyone hooked!"
I smile, feeling a little reassured. "Thanks to us , and our hardwork . I just hope it resonates to people . It's not just a show for us—it's a piece of our heart."
As we chat, I feel a mix of nerves and gratitude. No matter what happens, having my friends by my side makes this journey unforgettable.
We were working day&night after the award show for this launch , we were discussing this launch a lot more months ago but this was in due because of award function. Finally Next week , our summer series of dresses is going to be released in London . We have to be in the show cause we are the designers . For the first time ,Our launch is happening out of America . I am excited yet confident. London is not the place for my business but for my secrets that me and my only friends had Buried inside to this world .
We all knew it topic is sensual, going london is the invitation of danger , cause We are the Queens of Danger . We may try to ignore it , but we knew it who , whom we have to meet in LONDON .
Another week , London , UK
The London morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a golden glow over the city's skyline. I stood by the window, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. The Spree River glistened below, and the iconic Fernsehturm stood tall in the distance. But my mind was far from the view.
"Here I am," I murmured to myself, my voice barely audible. "Not just for the fashion, but for the other work too." my eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of determination crossing my face. I have come too far to let anything slip now.
Our journey hadn't been easy. I had started my own company with nothing but my own pocket money, refusing to take a single penny from my family, despite their vast empire in America. I remembered our sleepless nights, the countless rejections, the moments of doubt. But I have pushed through, building our brand brick by brick. And now, here I am, in London, for our first London fashion launch.
A small smile played on ny lips. "They said I couldn't do it," I whispered. "But I did. And this is just the beginning." I took a deep breath, my gaze is steady. The fashion show was important, but the other mission—our secret work—was equally crucial. I wouldn't fail. Not now. Not ever.
The penthouse dining table was bathed in the soft morning light, the aroma of freshly baked croissants and rich coffee filling the air. I sat at the head of the table, camilla to my left and caroline to my right, both engrossed in their tablets, scrolling through the final designs for tonight's event. The energy was electric, a mix of excitement and nerves.
"The gold gown for the finale—do we have confirmation from the model?" I asked, sipping my coffee. My voice was calm, but my mind raced through a hundred details.
Camilla nodded, her fingers flying across the screen. "Yes, she's confirmed. Fittings are done, and she's ready. But the emerald dress—Model 3 still isn't comfortable with the neckline. Should we tweak it?"
I leaned forward, pulling up the design on my tablet. "No. It's perfect as it is. Tell her to trust us. This is the showstopper."
Caroline chimed in, her tone steady but urgent. "Riyana, the seating chart for the front row—should we move the editor from Vogue next to the buyer from Paris? They've been wanting to connect."
I paused, considering. "Yes, do that. And make sure the lighting team knows to highlight the intricate details on the black lace dress. It's a statement piece."
As we finalized the last details, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. This was it—the culmination of years of hard work. My eyes flicked to the cityscape outside, then back to my team. "Tonight," I said, my voice firm, "we will make history."
At the Evening event ,
The grand ballroom of London's most luxurious hotel was a vision of opulence, its crystal chandeliers casting a soft, golden glow over the red carpet. Cameras flashed like stars as celebrities, influencers, and industry titans posed and answered questions from the eager media. The air buzzed with anticipation, and then, the crowd parted as we stepped onto the carpet—Riyana, Caroline, and Camilla, the trio that had taken the fashion world by storm.
I wore a custom-designed gown that was a masterpiece of modern elegance—a sleek, off-the-shoulder silhouette in deep midnight blue, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that shimmered like constellations. The fabric flowed like liquid, hugging my frame perfectly, and the slit revealed just enough to make it daring yet refined. Caroline, beside me, looked ethereal in a flowing emerald green gown with a high neckline and a dramatic cape that trailed behind her, the fabric catching the light with every movement. Camilla, ever the bold one, stunned in a bold crimson gown with a plunging neckline and a fitted bodice that flared into a voluminous skirt, exuding power and confidence.
The media erupted as we approached, microphones thrust toward us, cameras clicking furiously. A reporter from a leading fashion magazine stepped forward, her smile wide. "Riyana, Caroline , camilla —you three are the talk of the town! Tell us about your designs tonight."
I smiled, my voice steady. "Thank you. Tonight's collection is a celebration of individuality and strength. My gown, for instance, is inspired by the night sky—timeless, mysterious, and limitless, much like the women we design for."
Camilla added, her tone warm, "And mine is a nod to nature—emerald green for growth, renewal, and the power of transformation. The cape symbolizes freedom, something every woman deserves to feel."
Caroline, ever the charmer, grinned. "And mine? Red for passion, power, and fearlessness. It's for the woman who owns her space and isn't afraid to make a statement."
Another reporter chimed in. "This is your first international launch. How does it feel to be here, representing your brand on such a global stage?"
I glanced at camilla and caroline, pride swelling in my chest. "It's surreal. We've worked tirelessly to get here, and tonight is a dream come true. But this is just the beginning."
Camilla nodded, her eyes glistening. "It's a testament to what passion and perseverance can achieve. We're grateful and excited to share our vision with the world."
Caroline laughed, her voice light but confident. "And we're just getting started. Watch out, world!"
As we moved further down the carpet, the energy around us was electric. Tonight wasn't just a fashion show—it was a statement. And we were ready to make it unforgettable.
The grand hall was a vision of opulence, its high ceilings draped with cascading floral arrangements and twinkling lights that made it feel like we were sitting under the stars. As I walked in with camilla and caroline, the soft rustle of our gowns and the click of heels against the marble floor drew attention. Cameras flashed, and whispers followed us as we made our way to the VIP section. I could feel the weight of the moment—this was it. Our first international launch, and we were front and center.
We took our seats, the plush velvet chairs a small indulgence amidst the chaos of the evening. Camilla adjusted the cape of her emerald gown, her movements graceful, while caroline smoothed the voluminous skirt of her crimson dress, her confidence radiating. My midnight blue gown felt like a second skin, the silver embroidery catching the light every time I moved. I took a deep breath, letting the energy of the room sink in.
Before I could fully settle, a man in a sleek silver tie approached, his smile polished but his eyes sharp. "Riyana, Camilla, caroline—what a stunning collection tonight. I'm from Luxe Fashion Group. We'd love to explore a collaboration."
I extended my hand, my smile diplomatic but warm. "Thank you. We're always open to meaningful partnerships. Let's connect after the show." I could see camilla nodding beside me, her tone firm but gracious as she added, "We believe in aligning with brands that share our vision of empowering women through fashion."
Caroline, ever the charmer, flashed her signature grin. "And we promise, it'll be worth your while."
As they moved on, a familiar voice called out from behind us. "Ladies, you've outdone yourselves tonight." I turned to see Klaus Reinhardt, the legendary German designer, leaning forward in his seat. His eyes, always so full of mischief and wisdom, twinkled with admiration. "The craftsmanship, the vision—it's impeccable. How do you manage to balance tradition with such bold innovation?"
I felt a flush of pride at his words. Klaus was a titan in the industry, and his approval meant the world. "Thank you, Klaus. It means a lot coming from you. For us, it's about honoring our roots while daring to push boundaries. Every piece tells a story."
Camilla chimed in, her voice thoughtful. "And we draw inspiration from the women around us—their strength, their resilience, their individuality."
Caroline, never one to miss a chance to lighten the mood, chuckled. "Plus, a little rebellion never hurt anyone, right?"
Klaus laughed, his deep voice resonating through the space between us. "Indeed. You three are a force to be reckoned with. The industry needs more of this energy."
As the lights dimmed and the first model stepped onto the runway, I leaned back in my seat, a sense of fulfillment washing over me. The music swelled, and I glanced at Camilla and Caroline, their faces glowing with the same pride and excitement I felt. This was our moment, our stage. And as the show began, I knew we were exactly where we were meant to be.
The event hall was alive with energy—clinking glasses, bursts of laughter, and the occasional applause as the fashion show unfolded. I stood near the refreshments table, a glass of sparkling water in hand, taking a moment to breathe amidst the chaos. That's when an older gentleman approached me. His presence was commanding, his tailored suit and silver cufflinks hinting at his stature. He introduced himself as Heinrich Braun, the CEO of one of London's top 10 companies. His voice was warm but carried the weight of experience.
"Riyana, your collection tonight is remarkable," he began, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "The German fashion industry is competitive, but you've managed to stand out. It's not easy to make waves here, but you've done it."
I smiled, genuinely appreciative. "Thank you, Mr. Braun. That means a lot coming from someone who knows the industry so well. I've always admired how Europe blends tradition with innovation in fashion."
He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "Indeed. But let me tell you, the real challenge is navigating the personalities here. Take, for instance, the three gentlemen who are the center of tonight's event—Liam, Viktor, and Kasper. They're not just VIPs; they're the judges. The winning designer gets the chance to collaborate with Liam's fashion empire."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Liam? I've heard his name, but I don't know much about him."
Heinrich chuckled, leaning in slightly. "Ah, Liam. He's a force to be reckoned with. Brilliant, yes, but strict. He doesn't tolerate mediocrity. His eye for detail is unmatched, and he's built an empire that dominates European fashion. If you win tonight, working with him could catapult your brand to new heights. But be warned—he doesn't suffer fools gladly."
As he spoke, I noticed Camilla and Caroline nearby, giggling over a plate of mini quiches and pastries. Camilla was gesturing animatedly, no doubt discussing some last-minute detail about the show, while Caroline popped a chocolate truffle into her mouth, her eyes scanning the room. They were a picture of chaos and charm, and I couldn't help but smile. Even in the midst of all this, they found a way to keep things light.
Heinrich followed my gaze and chuckled. "Your team seems lively. It's good to have that energy."
Before I could respond, the crowd erupted into screams and cheers, the noise deafening. Heinrich turned toward the entrance, a knowing smile on his face. "Ah, speak of the devil. The centers of the event have arrived."
I turned to see three men walking in, their presence commanding immediate attention. Liam led the group, his sharp suit and piercing gaze making him impossible to ignore. Viktor and Kasper followed, both equally striking but in entirely different ways. The crowd went wild, cameras flashing like fireworks.
Heinrich leaned closer, his voice barely audible over the noise. "That's Liam. Watch him tonight. He's not just judging the designs; he's judging the designers. And if I were you, I'd make sure he remembers your name."
I nodded, my eyes still on Liam. There was something about him—an intensity, a quiet power that set him apart. As the crowd continued to cheer, I felt a surge of determination. Tonight wasn't just about showcasing our collection; it was about proving ourselves to the industry's elite. And I was ready.
I glanced back at Camilla and Caroline who were now watching the commotion with wide eyes. Aisha caught my gaze and mouthed, *"This is it."* I nodded, my heart pounding. This was our moment, and I wasn't going to let anything—or anyone—stand in our way.
The fashion show hall was a whirlwind of activity, the air thick with excitement and the hum of conversation. The spotlight wasn't just on the runway—it was also on Liam, Viktor, and Kasper, who seemed to command the room effortlessly. Industrialists and fashion moguls flocked to them, eager to exchange a few words or secure a moment of their attention. From my seat in the VIP section, I watched the scene unfold, my mind racing with thoughts of what this night could mean for us.
Camilla and Caroline sat beside me, their eyes darting between the runway and the crowd. Camilla leaned in, her voice low but urgent. "Did you see how everyone's fawning over Liam? He's practically the king of this event."
I nodded, my gaze lingering on Liam for a moment. He stood tall, his sharp suit and piercing gaze making him impossible to ignore. "He's not just a judge; he's the gatekeeper to the European fashion industry. If we win tonight, we get to work with him. That's huge."
Caroline, ever the pragmatist, raised an eyebrow. "But that means we'd have to move to London for a few months, maybe longer. Are we ready for that? What about the New york? We've worked so hard to build it from scratch."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I know. It's a big decision. But this could be the breakthrough we've been waiting for. Working with Liam could open doors we can't even imagine right now. And as for the New York , we'll figure it out. We always do."
Camilla bit her lip, her expression thoughtful. "It's not just about the logistics, though. It's about whether we're ready to take this leap. Moving to London, settling down here for months—it's a lot. But if this is what we want, then we have to go all in."
I looked at her, then at Caroline, feeling the weight of the moment. "I think we do want this. We've come so far, and this is our chance to take things to the next level. But it has to be a joint decision. We're in this together."
Caroline nodded slowly, her usual confidence tempered by the gravity of the situation. "You're right. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And if we don't get chosen tonight, it's not the end. We'll keep pushing, keep gro