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[ELLANORA KHERRINGTON O'CONNOR]

"ellanora darling! right on time, as always."

[/color] croaked the make up guru as elle kicked through the metallic doors, allowing the chilly air from outside into the dressing room. shivering, she shut the door behind her as quickly as she could, dusting off the snow that hadn't already melted in her hair. "mona, i'm fifteen minutes late,"[/color] she reminded the guru politely, kissing her right cheek before moving on to the left. "i really am sorry. i stopped to check out the lights on my way here. they're gorgeous!"[/color] elle cracked a playful smile before sitting in her allocated seat in front of the mirror. at that moment, as though they were waiting on a cue, make up artists swarmed her seat. "don't worry dear, it cause wrinkles. besides, what is time but the designer's money? you're on in an hour."[/color] elle muffled out a faint sigh as she watched the hustle and bustle of everything around her. when it came to the fashion industry, everything moved a hundred times faster than the real world. it was all really just a blur. a figment of the imagination - only she was not making any of it up.

as the artists continued to pelt her with loose powder and tug on her hair, she zoned out. looking straight ahead, all she saw was her reflection in the mirror in front of her, nothing else. and for a moment, just a moment, things were traveling at normal speed. for a moment, just a moment, she was laying on her bed back at the penthouse, searching under the covers for her mischievous daughter. and for a moment, just a moment, she was happier than ever. "ellanora? hello? are you alright, love?"[/color] snapping back to reality, elle blinked hard and peered at the reflection standing behind her. suddenly, she wasn't alone anymore. she nodded once and smiled again, almost convincing herself that everything was okay. though she knew it wasn't. "thees right heere is yourr firrst,"[/color] the stylist droned, holding up a silver dress. three cheers for indoor catwalks otherwise, in the spirit of christmas, she could parade with a sprig of mistletoe and kiss the feeling in her legs goodbye.

moments later, she was in her freshly donned ensemble. whoever suggested the knee socks, as weird as they were with the outfit, she thanked them at least five times in her head. the door flew open and she shivered again. okay, six times. she rushed through the door and started to make her way to the catwalk. she waited patiently before she was nudged through the pathway. and then, steadily, she walked to the end of the catwalk, strutting as much as she possibly could but still keeping a collected posture. she kept her eyes forward and, unknowingly, concentrated on her footwork. she kept her eyes open as the flashing lights from the cameras began to sink in. she was used to this, she just had to keep reminding herself that she was. at the end of the walk, she stopped for a brief moment, placing her hand on her hip elegantly and shifting her weight onto her right leg. she allowed them to take their photographs before spinning on her heel, her arms dropping down to her sides. she began her walk back to the curtains, making sure to peek behind her once or twice, to please the cameras.

"eegcelient! now ve ghead back yourr dressing rroom forr seecond." murmured the stylist, nudging people of his way. elle stopped right away as she spotted her friend. "serena? serena van der woodsen, you didn't tell me you were coming. when did you get here?!"

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[SERENA VAN DER WOODSEN]

It was a crazy day, it had been all the way but Serena was so used to it. Her mother had called her while she was having a much needed coffee because she had to attend to a catwalk, she was supposed to be on front row and even visit backstage. She had to run home, take a shower and changed herself. Her mother had made the maid take out her Roksanda Ilincic silk dress with her glitter high heels, he to take her rampage glazed leather oversized clutch with her vintage Yves Saint Laurent Paris white sunglasses. Taking her limousine he instructed to get to the catwalk as far as he could because she was going to run late. When she finally got to the place she had to stop at the photographers on the door, she smiled, posed, greeted everyone and got inside. A very helpful girl was there to get her to the front row, she smiled and nodded and sat, greeting all the stars there, most of them her friends.

The last time she had been on a front row Serena had met Ella, a model and a mother. Serena adored her little girl, she spent a lot of time with them, and she wondered if she was around and she turned to look for her but she didn’t find her anywhere. With the rush she couldn’t even take a look at the models on the catwalk so she didn’t know if she was going to model for them today. She watched as the lights of the show get low and the music started and the first model came in, she whispered to her friends, smiled, clapped and took notes for her next acquisitions. After some models Serena watched as her friend came on the catwalk, she smiled, she will be able to talk to her after the show at the after party and ask her for the little girl. When the time came up Serena had to go backstage to meet the designer and congratulate her. Backstage was crazy with models and dresses here and there, makeup artist giving them the final touches.

Models came to greet her, the designer was very happy to have her around. A fashion show with Serena Van der Woodsen was always a famous show, they were always happy to see her and they gave her the most VIP treatment. Serena heard the familiar voice of her friend calling her name, she turned and smiled wide and bright, one of the few true smiles of her day. Ellie! She gave the girl two kisses on her cheeks. Well, yes, I didn’t know I was coming until my mother called me and told me to hurry up and come as fast as possible. Serena almost killed her mother when she called her, she was doing some important meeting with her manager for her next Photoshoot and was having a coffee, a very much needed one. After the morning she had the only thing she wanted was getting back home and relax, maybe call Dan and spend some time with her. I didn’t even have time to watch the models coming so I didn’t know you were going to be here until I saw you on there.

Everyone was having a fit of rush, getting ready for the next round and the makeup and hair straight, she remembered her first catwalk, it was during Blair’s mother show, Blair’s had sent all the models out and Serena and Jenny had saved the day getting the famous people there to wear the dresses and there and now there she was, so much had changed since that time and she was so proud of everything she had done. I would have called you, if I knew I was coming at all. It was true, she would have, after all the things she had been doing during the morning she would have been glad to see a familiar face in all the rush. And it had been a long time since she had seen her, she had called her, asked her about the girl but both of them were so busy they couldn’t take a break to actually hang out together. How’s my little niece? I bet she is so big now. For Serena the girl was like her niece, she had been helping Ellie with her since god knows when, the girl was as sweet as her own mother and she loved her so much! She would gladly take some days of to spend time with them on the countryside.

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