The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 711

Chapter 711: Chapter 711 The Fashion Show
Once satisfied, they made their way backstage, where the atmosphere was buzzing with energy. Models and staff hurried about, making final preparations. Makeup artists were busy applying the finishing touches, while stylists ensured that each outfit was perfectly fitted. The air was filled with the hum of last-minute adjustments and quiet excitement.

However, the moment Athena and Hera stepped inside, the entire room seemed to freeze. It was as if someone had pressed a pause button—everyone turned to look at them, their movements halting mid-action.

“Hello, everyone,” Athena greeted with a warm, amiable smile before continuing, “I’m truly grateful that you all accepted my invitation to be part of this fashion show. I hope that both you and my creations will shine on the runway later. Thank you!”

Her simple yet heartfelt words brought smiles to everyone’s faces, and they nodded in acknowledgment. However, their gazes also drifted toward Hera, who stood beside Athena with an air of quiet confidence.

It was clear to everyone that Athena had chosen Hera as one of the models. In silent agreement, they acknowledged her presence with respectful nods. Hera, in turn, returned the gesture with a polite smile.

Soon after, Athena guided Hera to her designated seat, where her personal makeup artist and hairstylist were already waiting. With everything set in motion, the backstage returned to its earlier lively buzz, with everyone immersed in their tasks.

As the makeup artist and hairstylist worked on her, Hera sat comfortably, quietly taking in the atmosphere. She listened to the murmured gossip between the models and stylists around her, a small smile playing on her lips.

Meanwhile, Athena personally welcomed the VIP guests arriving at the venue and ensured everything was in place for the grand event.

The makeup artist assigned to Hera was momentarily captivated by her beauty and couldn’t stop showering her with praise.

“Oh, my little sister, your skin is absolutely flawless! I barely feel the need to apply any foundation—it’s so dewy and soft to the touch, and your pores are practically invisible. What skincare products do you use?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“Your hair is incredible—so long, thick, and silky, with such a beautiful luster,” the hairstylist gushed as she ran her fingers through Hera’s strands. “It feels amazing to the touch! Should we just let it flow freely as you walk? It would give you the look of a mermaid princess gliding through the water.”

Hera wasn’t used to receiving so many compliments, making her feel a bit shy and awkward. She chose not to respond, but that didn’t stop the two from admiring her in every possible way.

She couldn’t tell if they were doing it on purpose or if they genuinely meant every word. Either way, the praise continued until they were finally finished, and Hera was gently ushered toward the changing room to slip into her costume.

The makeup artist used only minimal products on Hera, enhancing her natural beauty rather than masking it. They focused on highlighting her delicate features, emphasizing her innocent yet confident aura.

The result was breathtaking. She exuded grace and regality, like a true queen stepping onto the runway. At the same time, the makeup was expertly balanced, giving her a radiant glow without making her look pale or washed out under the bright lights.

When Hera stepped out of the changing room, the compliments only grew louder. Her dress was a masterpiece, adorned with shimmering sequins in shades of light blue, pink, purple, and white.

The bodice flawlessly hugged her curves, while the fishtail design, embellished with glistening sequins and embedded diamonds, caught the light with every step, resembling a mermaid’s scales on their tail as it glided through water.

A delicate train at the back extended gracefully, mimicking the flowing end of a mermaid’s tail. Every movement she made was mesmerizing, and her beauty was ethereal and breathtaking, as if she had just emerged from an underwater fairy tale.

Although the other designs were undeniably perfect in their own right, each with its own unique beauty, the one Hera wore—paired with her natural elegance—made her stand out effortlessly.

There was an aura about her, a quiet yet commanding presence that drew every gaze her way.

Without needing confirmation, everyone instinctively knew that she would be the one to walk the finale.

It wasn’t a question—it was a certainty.

And no one could object because the moment she stepped onto the runway, it would be hers to own. Even the other models, instead of feeling envious or jealous, could only admire her.

At that moment, it was as if she was on an entirely different level separating them.

Not long after, the opening song echoed from the stage, signaling the models to line up according to the sequence of the designs set to be showcased on the runway.

As they took their positions, they cleared their minds, maintaining their poised expressions. Backstage, the tension was drumming in their chest, but each model remained composed, ready for their moment.

When the staff member, guided by the instructions coming through their headset, signaled for the first model to step forward, she gracefully walked out onto the brightly lit runway.

The venue was packed with distinguished guests and select reporters, all eager to witness and cover the highly anticipated fashion show.

The moment the first model stepped onto the runway, the upper-class ladies gasped in amazement.

Whispers of admiration filled the air as they eagerly snapped photos and recorded videos, already engaging in silent bidding wars over the exquisite designs.

One by one, a seamless stream of models followed, each showcasing a masterpiece that further captivated the audience.

“I can only thank you for bringing me here to broaden my horizons, Brother Lei! You’re the best,” a young actress gushed from the crowd.

When she first heard that Athena was selecting models for her fashion show, she eagerly submitted her application, hoping for a chance to walk the runway.

However, Athena rejected her outright, refusing even to entertain a conversation. Left with no other choice, she pulled some strings to secure an invitation, determined to use the event to expand her network.

The “Brother Lei” she was clinging to was a wealthy second-generation heir known for his indulgent lifestyle. He was often surrounded by women who vied for his attention.

However, this particular actress played the game differently—hard to get, coy, and elusive. Her resistance only fueled his excitement, making him more determined to win her over.

After years of being pursued by women who threw themselves at him, he found her subtle game of chase exhilarating. She was a refreshing challenge, and he was more than willing to go to great lengths to please her.

This was exactly what the actress had planned. She was still bitter about not being chosen to walk the runway, but she refused to miss out on the event entirely.

Using her little scheme and convincing act, she convinced Brother Lei to pull some strings and secure two invitations—at an exorbitant price. However, despite the hefty cost, he didn’t mind. Seeing her so happy made the expense feel insignificant.

“Alice, as long as you’re happy, I’ll make sure to give you everything you want,” he said with a playful smile, pinching her cheek affectionately as he watched her live-stream the event, basking in the attention of her online followers.