No time to tease Tristan Park further as the standby light for the stage goes on, notifying the designer to get ready for the appearance.
Elise Don quickly replied to Tristan Park with a voice message, nothing sent, rest assured.
The makeup artist came over at this moment to quickly tidy up Elise Don's makeup.
The clothes had been changed in advance. She wore a silver silk shirt, oversized cut, tucked in at the waist. Through the unbuttoned large collar, one could see the black turtleneck underneath. Her lower half was the simplest pair of flared black jeans, once again emphasizing her beloved personal aesthetic.
As usual, the supermodels came out first, each with long legs, in a snakelike catwalk, parading around the T-stage before retreating to the sides of the stage to make way for a passage.
The lights and music roared in, instantly overpowering the senses.
Elise Don walked out.
