Chapter 131: 'I like you, Rum.'

ROSE

Flashes of lights from cameras are blinding me. Bustling murmurs of eager reporters are giving me a headache. But amidst them all, I felt a sense of achievement.

'Thank you. This is all put together by Cintilar,' said the woman with a tiny waist and long slender legs.

The man holding a mic laughed proudly. 'Cintilar? It's hard to get her these days! Everyone's gonna be jealous. How did you manage?'

'I begged her for months! Then finally her assistant put me on the waiting list a year ago.'

'You gotta catch this, guys. An ensemble by the mother of styling herself, Cintilar,' cheered the host of the annual movie awards ceremony.

Me? Are they talking about me? Cintilar?

'There she is!'

An explosion of gasps and sounds of awe, then the brightest spotlight shone on me.

I look down and I'm in the softest, whitest gown that flows like water from a waterfall.

The black bulb of a mic shoved into me and the host asked in a loud, enthusiastic voice, 'So Cintilar, your inspira