It had been another successful night.
The stage had been sturdy, the audience on their best behavior, and aside from a few last minute hemming fixes and corset adjustments the gowns they had premiered had looked like something straight out of a fairytale. It was a bittersweet night for Kyrie. The business of modelling was one that she loved but one that she had hoped to have been retired from by now. But things happen and lives change...so she found herself still in the business amidst a sea of novices and those just really beginning their adult lives. For the most part the affectionately called her 'Mama Ky" since she did her best to take them under her wing and teach them the ins and outs of the business. There was cattiness, of course, but that just came with the territory.
Luckily, they were all still of the age that going to the after parties sounded like great fun.
The world around her was still bustling as the tear-down crew got to work and wardrobe was frantically trying to collect the most expensive pieces of this seasons hottest collection before they got ruined. Luckily Kyrie wasn't too high on their list--and for the moment she was content to just wait backstage in the 'commons' area where makeup had been earlier.
The area was fairly bare now, save for a few of the tear down crew here and there. Most had been in the business so long that seeing finely dressed ladies really didn't warrant a second glance. Of course, there were always newcomers who insisted on whistling every now and again and to them Kyrie paid no idea.
she had always hoped that, by now, she might have met someone. Maybe she and that someone would have settled down and started a family. She had, in fact, met two who she had once thought might be the right ones. Something had happened with each and Kyrie found herself still in a business her late-twenties was getting too old for with no husband or family to spend her time with.
She looked at herself in one of the high gloss mirrors with lights blaring from every possible angle and forced a smile. Well, she could live with that. There was so much life ahead of her after all. She pushed back a few stray locks of hair that had slowly crept into her eyes and stood back up. The lilac cut out dress she was wearing hugged her body tightly, the bun her hair was pulled into showing off her lithe and delicate necklines. It was pretty...but she was more than ready to get into something a little...less revealing.
"Now then, where did they put my gym bag at?" she mused aloud. Tear down crews could be so thuggish when it came to tossing the ladies 'street' clothes around...
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