Rewriting My Heart's Fate

The crowd erupted into murmurs.

"Can you believe her? She's so out of her league. How dare she show up on the runway wearing that raggedy outfit?"

"Exactly! Does she really think she has what it takes? She should take a good look in the mirror. How could she possibly deserve a spot on the Lendora Fashion Week runway?" "She's just another woman who climbed her way up using backdoor deals. Her true colors are about to show."

Listening to the crowd's sneers and snide remarks, my heart felt like it was sinking into an abyss. I clenched my fists tightly. My nails dug deep into my palms.

How I wish I could rush down from the runway and slap every single one of them! But instead, I took a deep breath and slowly raised my head.

I stepped forward. Light and poised, I walked down the runway as if I owned it. Every step was landed with precision. Each step struck a chord in the audience's hearts.

The whispers gradually faded and were replaced by stunned silence. Moments later, the atmosphere shifted.

"Oh my god, Evelyn... Look at her. She's... she's incredible!"

"Oh my god!"

shit, I

had ridiculed earlier now glowed

tell she's not

stood at the center of the runway. The neon lights cast a soft glow on me, illuminating

and gentlemen,

tonight. I'm Evelyn Wiley-an ordinary

an unworthy presence. A woman who made her

I didn't compromise myself. I rely solely on my strength and talent! You mock my designs, question my abilities, and even accuse me

tears, and hard work. I might be inexperienced, but I'm not afraid to

on the runway of Lendora Fashion Week. And one day, I'll silence all the doubters with my work and claim the

silence. All eyes were locked on

like an eternity, a single

I believe in you! Keep

wave, and chants of encouragement filled the room. "Evelyn, you're amazing! You've

brilliant!