The Grand Gala of the 'Academie Francaise de la mode' took place in three vast rooms of the same building, sponsored by the famous Parisian fashion house: the largest, the central one, was used for fashion shows. A sumptuous red carpet stretched along the entire perimeter of the circular room, the décor of which drew that of one of the Court of Versailles' aristocratic halls.
The giant gold-plated chandelier gave the final touch to that place, making the atmosphere magical and the light neither too dim nor too strong. Perfect for enjoying every dress and every perfume, as if they were delicious first-class foods.
The second room, just to the right of the first, was instead that of the buffet: three tables were arranged to cover the largest possible area and provide the wealthy guests of the event with food and alcoholic beverages at will, with minimal effort. In addition to the genuine 'self service' buffet, dozens of waiters in suits wandered through the crowd with their glittering silver trays, ready to serve cocktails at will so as not to leave any of the guests empty-handed.
Finally, the last of the three rooms, the smallest, though slightly, was the one dedicated to leisure and fun. The hallmark of that room was the great disco ball hanging from the ceiling, with its smaller sisters, scattered here and there, tasked with amplifying the colourful bright rays that would be fired nonstop from the reflectors arranged along the walls.
Kora Night was in the second room, where in addition to the buffet, people were free to serve themselves at the tables and listen to the interviews that hungry journalists did to the big names that figured in that kind of fashion competition.
The colossal building of the event, other than to the Academie Francaise de la mode, had been sponsored by the hotel behind it, which in addition to offering a copious heritage useful for the general organization of the main event, had the important task of hosting the designers who would decide to spend the night in the French capital, the city of love: Paris.
"So? Kora? What's your answer?" the voice of the journalist said, whose microphone didn't stop swinging back and forth, waiting for a response from the neo-celebrity.
"Kora! She's asking you a question! Kora!" Naseefa whispered, speaking in a tone of voice so low that even the movement of her lips was imperceptible.
Her assistant's elbow hit Kora's arm, which awoke from that trance that lasted about ten seconds.
"I'm so sorry... I must have gone too far with wine! Hahaha!" she chuckled, who had not heard the last words of her interlocutor and wanted to play down, avoiding looking bad in front of everyone.
"I feel you, it can happen at all! In fact, I think I have to stop myself too, otherwise, I risk saying nonsense! Eheh!" Christine replied, handily returning the smile. "I was saying... it's time to move on to gossip, Mademoiselle! Viewers and followers of our social networks always ask us the same question: who is Kora Night's man?" the journalist continued, winking and expecting an ironic answer from the young woman interviewed.
"A man? You mean... a lover?"
"If you prefer to call him like that... yes. A lover. The question is quite obvious: you are a beautiful and cultured girl, very attractive. You have lovely taste in the way you dress, and the way you talk is fascinating. Besides, your career is at the most important stage of its rise... it is impossible that there are no men ready to do anything to conquer you! Am I wrong?"
The microphone stopped moving and remained pointed in the direction of Kora's lips. Before responding, she looked up for a moment, realizing that the people around her were really eager to know an answer to that dilemma. Despite their high social class, all those people were more interested in a scoop concerning her private life than in the actual art behind her essences' creation processes.
How disappointing, she thought.
"Men are buzzing around me, yes. As you just said, I think I'm a pretty appealing 'prey', that's true," Kora said, arousing even more interest from the men in the crowd, especially her blond-haired admirer. "However, I am sorry to disappoint your expectations... I chose that in my life, there is no room for a man if I really want to follow my dream, if I really want to focus on my job."
"Wowowo! Shocking revelation, friends! I never expected that! So, you're telling me that... don't you believe in love? Or rather... do you think the love for someone can somehow damage your career?"
"Christine, c'mon. We are two adult women, and I think the same goes for the people listening to us, so let's face it. The love people see in the movies doesn't exist. Romance doesn't exist. The only thing that exists and is tangible is sex, pure, violent, wild. A mixture of feelings of pleasure and smells ready to be discovered", Kora replied, looking out of the corner of her eye at that incredibly charming man, who continued to hold the empty glass in his hands and rub it softly with his fingers while his eyes could not detach from her.
"Carnal love is my only relief valve. From it, I draw the energy necessary for the creation of something unique in the world. Versace, Dior, Chanel, Armani... these perfumes are exceptional, but they are not perfect. None of them is. They are shelf products. My works are pieces of art. They are pure emotion, they are like holy relics", she replied, who with those words only accentuated her sensuality, despite having remained perfectly still in the same position for the duration of the interview.
All Kora Night needed was her words, and a glass of wine. An audience of a few people was enough to trap everyone with her charm, let alone so many people.
Naseefa touched her boss's arm again, pointing out that perhaps it was appropriate not to go further with words so as not to result in banality.
One last sip of the delicious white wine of that chalice accompanied the smile of the young woman who had just finished speaking, and just when a drop inadvertently fell on her lower lip, Kora's tongue took it in a hug, taking it back to the right path, towards her mouth.
The charming admirer hidden in the crowd continued to look at her with extreme interest, distracting only for a moment, the time it took to change his empty glass with a full one from the tray of a waiter called a few moments earlier."Well, they are bold words, ma chérie! Anyway, I'm sure your determination will take you very high! Who knows, maybe the next time I interview you, you'll have become one of the most famous perfume stylists in the world! Viewer friends, your biggest question has finally received an answer: the neo-celebrity Kora Night is single and is a real men-slayer! Be careful! The hunting season has just begun!" the journalist exclaimed, looking at the camera, never leaving the pseudo-television host's role.Kora laughed with composure, resting the chalice on the table in front of her, when two of Naseefa's fingers grabbed the stem of that expensive glass, ready to move it away from the sight of her best friend.Suddenly, with great ale
"Thank you for your kind compliment. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" she replied, waiting to know the man's name, in order to investigate about him, knowing that only the wealthiest people could attend an event like that."My name? Mh... let's just say I'm one of your greatest admirers. If I revealed my identity to you now, your curiosity could only diminish in the next few hours and you would surely meet someone more interesting" he replied, raising his glass and still sipping his white Martini. "Let's play a game.""What kind of game?""The rules are elementary: tonight, after the awards ceremony and the disco night, I will wait for the moment when you enter the elevator that leads to the eighth floor, the one reserved for the guest rooms.""Mmmh... well, does your game seem a little too simple, don't you think, mysterious admirer?" Kora replied, raising her full glass in half and stopping to look at the man with a winking but scrupulous gaz
"Miss Night! Ops! Excuse me, sorry… Miss Night!" the journalist of 'Les Parisiens', a famous French fashion magazine, said aloud, trying to attract the attention of a young woman not too far from her and making room among the crowd of people around her.A somewhat clumsy-looking cameraman tried to keep up with her and managed to side with his colleague step by step."Miss Night! Finally! Can I... can I ask you a few questions? It'll be quick," the reporter asked again, putting her hair in order because of her passing through the crowd.Those words finally caught the young woman's gaze, intent on sipping an excellent French white wine from a glass, sitting near a small round, raised table."Hello! Excuse me, are you...?" a woman sitting next to the first exclaimed, standing between her and the journalist and preventing the cameraman from going any further.The journalist did not say a word, merely showing the small badge attached to the chest
"What beautiful words... they were so intense! So your passion was born since your childhood! Listen, Kora... we at 'Les Parisiens' have investigated you a little bit, and we know that you have left University to dedicate yourself to the world of essences and create your own brand. Is that so? Did you do it all by yourself? The French audience that is watching us live would like to know how a young woman like you managed to wriggle out in such a complex world", the journalist said, bringing the microphone closer to Kora, trapped in her story."Well, as I was explaining a little while ago, It wasn't me who came close to the world of essences... the perfumes found me. Your information is true. I studied languages in Scotland at the University of Aberdeen, where I graduated from linguistic high school. My university career was going on smoothly, but I decided to turn my life around just over a year after my entry. Although I liked languages and wanted to continue with the Univer
"Thank you for your kind compliment. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" she replied, waiting to know the man's name, in order to investigate about him, knowing that only the wealthiest people could attend an event like that."My name? Mh... let's just say I'm one of your greatest admirers. If I revealed my identity to you now, your curiosity could only diminish in the next few hours and you would surely meet someone more interesting" he replied, raising his glass and still sipping his white Martini. "Let's play a game.""What kind of game?""The rules are elementary: tonight, after the awards ceremony and the disco night, I will wait for the moment when you enter the elevator that leads to the eighth floor, the one reserved for the guest rooms.""Mmmh... well, does your game seem a little too simple, don't you think, mysterious admirer?" Kora replied, raising her full glass in half and stopping to look at the man with a winking but scrupulous gaz
The charming admirer hidden in the crowd continued to look at her with extreme interest, distracting only for a moment, the time it took to change his empty glass with a full one from the tray of a waiter called a few moments earlier."Well, they are bold words, ma chérie! Anyway, I'm sure your determination will take you very high! Who knows, maybe the next time I interview you, you'll have become one of the most famous perfume stylists in the world! Viewer friends, your biggest question has finally received an answer: the neo-celebrity Kora Night is single and is a real men-slayer! Be careful! The hunting season has just begun!" the journalist exclaimed, looking at the camera, never leaving the pseudo-television host's role.Kora laughed with composure, resting the chalice on the table in front of her, when two of Naseefa's fingers grabbed the stem of that expensive glass, ready to move it away from the sight of her best friend.Suddenly, with great ale
The Grand Gala of the 'Academie Francaise de la mode' took place in three vast rooms of the same building, sponsored by the famous Parisian fashion house: the largest, the central one, was used for fashion shows. A sumptuous red carpet stretched along the entire perimeter of the circular room, the décor of which drew that of one of the Court of Versailles' aristocratic halls.The giant gold-plated chandelier gave the final touch to that place, making the atmosphere magical and the light neither too dim nor too strong. Perfect for enjoying every dress and every perfume, as if they were delicious first-class foods.The second room, just to the right of the first, was instead that of the buffet: three tables were arranged to cover the largest possible area and provide the wealthy guests of the event with food and alcoholic beverages at will, with minimal effort. In addition to the genuine 'self service' buffet, dozens of waiters in suits
"What beautiful words... they were so intense! So your passion was born since your childhood! Listen, Kora... we at 'Les Parisiens' have investigated you a little bit, and we know that you have left University to dedicate yourself to the world of essences and create your own brand. Is that so? Did you do it all by yourself? The French audience that is watching us live would like to know how a young woman like you managed to wriggle out in such a complex world", the journalist said, bringing the microphone closer to Kora, trapped in her story."Well, as I was explaining a little while ago, It wasn't me who came close to the world of essences... the perfumes found me. Your information is true. I studied languages in Scotland at the University of Aberdeen, where I graduated from linguistic high school. My university career was going on smoothly, but I decided to turn my life around just over a year after my entry. Although I liked languages and wanted to continue with the Univer
"Miss Night! Ops! Excuse me, sorry… Miss Night!" the journalist of 'Les Parisiens', a famous French fashion magazine, said aloud, trying to attract the attention of a young woman not too far from her and making room among the crowd of people around her.A somewhat clumsy-looking cameraman tried to keep up with her and managed to side with his colleague step by step."Miss Night! Finally! Can I... can I ask you a few questions? It'll be quick," the reporter asked again, putting her hair in order because of her passing through the crowd.Those words finally caught the young woman's gaze, intent on sipping an excellent French white wine from a glass, sitting near a small round, raised table."Hello! Excuse me, are you...?" a woman sitting next to the first exclaimed, standing between her and the journalist and preventing the cameraman from going any further.The journalist did not say a word, merely showing the small badge attached to the chest