Tales of a Supermodel Part 3 -- The Gala Affair
The events that transpired in Paris haunted Destiny, filling her thoughts with regret and self-loathing. She never imagined losing her virginity in such a way. She constantly reflected on how she allowed for it to happen, a shadow that lingered over her newfound success.
The images Jacque produced from the photo shoot quickly became the talk of the industry. They were sensual yet tasteful and showcased Destiny's perfect toned physique. Perhaps most impressive was Jacque's ability to capture a sensual expression that had previously been missing. This propelled Destiny into sex symbol status, drawing the attention and desire of everyone who saw it.
Destiny's work on the runway was also a huge success. Unlike the controlled intimacy of studio photo shoots, runway modeling was a live performance, demanding precision and confidence. Any misstep would be disastrous, but Destiny thrived under the pressure and demonstrated incredible poise. Striding down the runway amidst thunderous applause was a thrilling experience and the chorus of compliments Destiny received bolstered her confidence and added even more credibility to her modeling career. She was even entrusted with showcasing Henri's signature outfit.
Destiny received exhilarating news that she had been invited to The Gala, fashion's most prestigious night. The event was a dazzling spectacle attended by the crème de la crème of the industry. Receiving an invitation to this exclusive event was nearly impossible and meant that she had truly arrived. Her excitement also helped lay to rest all negative memories of her time in France.
Destiny was delighted when she found out that Anya would also be attending. Their hectic work schedules had kept them apart, so this presented a rare opportunity to spend some quality time together. This would also be Anya's third consecutive appearance at The Gala which would make her the perfect guide to help Destiny navigate the grand event. Destiny was determined not to make a fool of herself amidst the glamour and sophistication of the party.
The gown Destiny was given to wear to The Gala was absolutely stunning. It was designed by Henri himself as both a gesture of his gratitude for her work in France and a means to showcase his burgeoning brand to the media present at the event. After a session with the hairdresser and makeup artist, Destiny and Anya were ready for the evening. Destiny couldn't help but feel like a princess en route to a grand ball as they jumped into the limousine.
The limousine pulled up to the famed National Museum of Art. Once Destiny stepped out of the limousine, she was instantly bombarded by a barrage of camera flashes. Photographers were everywhere, eager to capture everyone's arrival. Destiny walked down the red carpet through the sea of media and photographers. "Destiny! Destiny! Destiny!" shouts rang through the night air as everyone vied for her attention. Photographers pleaded for her to pose for shots and members of the media clamored for an interview. For Destiny, it was an overwhelming yet invigorating experience.
The short walk down the red carpet to the entrance of the event ended up being an hour-long journey. Destiny lost count of the number of times she was told how beautiful she looked. Truth be told, she did look amazing. She was dressed in a stunning, designer red sequin dress, that showcased her long, toned legs and accentuated her gifted, full breasts. She also took the opportunity to fully embrace her newfound image as a sex symbol and leaned into the new persona that had captivated the attention of the entire venue.
When Destiny finally entered The Gala, her jaw dropped in amazement. The museum had been transformed into a tropical paradise, with chiffon silk drapes cascading from the ceilings and large floral pink centerpieces gracing each table. A waiter approached with a tray full of champagne and offered her a glass. She gladly accepted, gleefully enjoying the sweetness of the bubbly drink.
Destiny and Anya gracefully strolled through the star studded crowd. There were countless A-list actors, music stars, and industry elites all in attendance. Anya was especially adept at working the room. She engaged in small talk with various individuals while Destiny followed her lead, trying hard not to appear out of place. One of the biggest action heroes currently gracing the big screen noticed Destiny in the crowd and approached her.
"Hi, I'm Brock," said Brock, as if Destiny didn't already know his name. Despite a slightly receding hairline, he exuded masculinity. With a strong, sexy build, broad shoulders, and a deep voice, he had the ability to make any woman melt with just a simple greeting.
"Destiny," Destiny responded somewhat shyly. She couldn't believe he was talking to her and she hoped the expression on her face didn't betray the excitement she felt inside.
Brock and Destiny continued their light conversation amidst the crowd of people. Destiny sensed a subtle hint of flirtation from Brock. However, she dismissed it as likely from the influence of the champagne, of which she was now on her fourth glass.
As the conversation was beginning to get interesting, to Destiny's disappointment, Brock had to leave. His time at the event was limited as he had to catch a plane to his next movie shoot. For stars like Brock, these events were more about making an appearance on the red carpet than anything else. Destiny said goodbye, hoping that she made a lasting impression and that their paths would cross again.
As the night progressed, Destiny and Anya found themselves near the bar, surrounded by industry men. The men all showered Destiny with lavish praise for her beauty and her recent photo shoot, and she gracefully accepted their compliments. Her attention quickly shifted when Mr. Greenstein entered the room and made his way towards them. This was the first time Destiny had seen him since their infamous meeting and she immediately became nervous.
"Ladies," Mr. Greenstein interrupted, causing the other men to quickly disperse. "Enjoying the party?"
"It's been wonderful," Anya replied in her thick Russian accent. Destiny smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Destiny, I received excellent feedback on your trip to Paris," Mr. Greenstein said.
"Thank you, Mr. Greenstein," Destiny responded, while feigning a smile. She was curious about what he had heard, but ultimately she was pleased that he seemed happy.
"You're all the rage right now. Today, I got a call requesting you for a certain sports magazine's upcoming swimsuit issue," Mr. Greenstein teased. Leaning in, he whispered in Destiny's ear. "I'm even hearing you're a top contender for the cover."
Destiny's smile immediately became genuine, expanding from ear to ear. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Landing the cover would be a monumental achievement for any model. She was ready to do almost anything to secure it.
"But that is down the road, still several months away. I've also been getting calls requesting you for some endorsements. You're entering the big time now. I have a few CEOs that want to meet you and see if you are right for their products," Mr. Greenstein continued.
"That sounds great." Destiny stammered, her head nodding like a doll.
