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Long Lost Love Come Home Ch. 64
by Lil Italy (no login)
The show would only last for about forty-five minutes, and Belle's stomach was tied so tight in knots that she thought it would take weeks of Shawn's massages to untie them.
John had just stepped out onto the stage to introduce Belle. She watched her father's lips move, but didn't hear a word he said. But when his lips stopped and he looked back towards Belle, Belle's stomach tightened even more.
"Come on Tink, your up," Brady said, urging Belle towards the platform separate from the catwalk, where the podium stood.
Belle walked gracefully with wobbly legs towards her father, and before taking the microphone, gently placed her arms around him, giving him a gracious hug.
John patted her back warmly, giving her confidence and wishing her luck.
Belle took the microphone and watched as her father took an open spot next to her brother behind the platform.
“Welcome,” Belle said, her voice filled with energy and enthusiasm. “My name is Isabella Black, I am President of Basic Black, and I am also the fashion designer of tonight’s show. Ever since the beginning of Basic Black, my father John Black has worked hard to put fashion in a whole new light. Over the years we have expanded into a multi-billion dollar corporation. And through healthy competition with such companies as Titan and even Donatella Versace, we have remained on top. On behalf of the Basic Black Foundation and family, we would all like to thank you, and to do so; we have created a show for you this evening. This line consists of a fresh new style and attitude, fit for our current day and age. So ladies and gentlemen, without further a due, I would like to present the newest line of Basic Black.”
Belle walked off stage as the audience applauded, and walked back behind the platform where John and Brady now sat. Belle sat in an empty chair beside her father, but out of sight of the audience.
As a nervous habit, she held her heart charm in her fingers. And holding the charm made Belle think of Shawn as Tyra, Cindy, Molly, Nikki, and other models walked back and forth on the catwalk modeling her designs.
Belle twisted the charm and thought of the future. The unsure future, that is always unpredictable and uncertain.
The next thing Belle knew all the models had come and gone, and now they had all lined up sporting their last designer outfit. John nudged his daughter, and told her that she had to go up on stage.
Belle stood up from her chair hidden behind the catwalk, and walked along the catwalk, passed the clapping models to the end of the catwalk. Belle’s eyes caught Shawn’s where he as well as the rest of the audience stood and applauded. Belle watched as Shawn charismatically took a red rose from the centerpiece and threw it at Belle.
Belle caught the rose with her hands and smiled at Shawn, she turned around on the runway, linked arms with one of her close friends who modeled for Basic Black, and walked off stage with the models in tow.