Kahlo joins the two of them. Upon hearing what's going on, he fixes Sky with a stony expression. "You have the right size and figure."
As if Kahlo had just transformed into a monster before her, Sky flinches. "Um... well..."
I can't help but imagine Sky on the runway. In a simple, long dress. Ivory-colored. Hair down. Gracefully striding to the music. Like an angel.
"You have to do it." Kahlo signals to the backstage coordinator, who flips down his microphone again, without waiting for her reaction. "Uwe. Sky is stepping in. Get the seamstresses to come, but be quick."
"No!" Panic fills Sky's expression.
Exasperated, her counterpart covers the microphone with his hand. "So who then?" he asks Kahlo.
The designer points at Sky. "She'll do it. End of discussion."
Sky waves her arms frantically. "Absolutely not. We'll just change the order. Add more breaks between the models. Nobody will notice that a design is missing."
I furrow my brow in disbelief. The boss is too good to step onto the runway? What does this mean?
Before Kahlo can react, Sky marches over to the photo wall and starts rearranging the shots. Her hands are trembling. "You see, that works," she presents her proposal with a vigorous nod.
If she expected anyone here to applaud her for it, she's mistaken. Kahlo rolls his eyes. "This show has a concept. If we take out even one small part, it will all fall apart."
"But..."
"No," he replies curtly, causing Sky's face to turn red.
"But it's the only way," she says forcefully, and there's suddenly a strangely accusing look on her face, as if she wants to silently convey to the designer not to push too far.
He stands triumphantly in front of Sky, grinning. "Of course, there's another way. You can save the show."
"We'll do it the way I suggested." Sky's eyes glint with turmoil as she points at the wall. "End of discussion."
This behavior shouldn't surprise me, as I've seen her like this before. Still, I'm left dumbfounded by her audacity.
This is her presumably injured father's company. She should do nothing more than put on the damn clothes and walk the runway just once. It's not a big deal.
But she's not willing to do that.
With an incredulous headshake, the backstage coordinator touches his forehead. "This is going to be a disaster."
"An absolute disaster," Kahlo chimes in.
