The Sinister Screen Queen

Backstage at the high-fashion event, Tanya trailed behind Allegra Versace, absorbing the orchestrated chaos.

Models dashed from one station to another, hair stylists worked furiously to perfect every strand, and designers barked last-minute instructions.

The air smelled of hairspray, fabric, and just a hint of stress.

Tanya admired how Allegra seemed to belong in this chaotic mess.

"È incredibile, no?" Allegra Versace said, catching Tanya's awe-struck face.

"Behind the glamour, this is what makes everything funzionare. Without this chaos, nothing happens."

"It's impressive." Tanya admitted. "Though it looks like everyone's about to have a breakdown."

Allegra laughed, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. "That's fashion, tesoro. If you're not crying by the end of the night, did you even work hard enough?"

Before Tanya could respond, a sharp voice interrupted them.

"Ciao, Allegra." Greeted a girl their age, her perfectly styled blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her piercing blue eyes were cold.

Two equally well-dressed young women flanked her. "Shouldn't you be back in Italy? You're not going to win here."

Allegra turned slowly, her expression cool but her eyes narrowing. "Lucrezia Fioravanti."

"Still riding on your rockschöße der Familie, I see." Allegra's tone dripped with mock politeness.

Lucrezia's lips curled into thin line. "It's funny you say that, considering your own history. Or are you pretending Versace's success doesn't have niente to do with your papà?"

Allegra stepped forward, tilting her head defiantly. "Unlike you, I actually work for my place. Your Fioravanti label?"

"Che disgrazia, nessuna originalità, nessuna anima. Knockoffs wrapped in glitter."

"Non puoi vincere, Allegra," Lucrezia sneered not bothering to speak English anymore.

"Dovresti tornare indietro. Questo non è per te."

Allegra tilted her head, smiling faintly. "E tu sei qui per ricordarmelo? Come sei gentile."

Tanya could tell by the way they bickered that this wasn't their first spat.

Damn, and I thought you were the main character Casey's text floated.

Where is your rival/archnemeses?

Lucrezia's smile tightened. "Goditi lo spettacolo, Allegra. Potrebbe essere l'ultimo."

Lucrezia turned and walked away, her entourage trailing after her.

Tanya watched her leave, eyebrows raised. "What was that?"

"Lucrezia Fioravanti." Allegra said with a sigh.

"Her family runs Fioravanti Couture, one of Versace's rivals."

"Sempre lo stesso drama. We've hated each other since we were kids."

"Charming." Tanya said dryly. "You Italians take your fashion wars seriously."

Allegra rolled her eyes. "Non hai idea. Now, come. I need to get organized before I lose my mind."

While Allegra focused on her preparations, Tanya wandered around the backstage area.

She spotted Heidi Klum in the distance, who gave her a friendly wave despite being a little surprised. Tanya returned the wave but didn't approach.

As she walked, she noticed some familiar faces among the models she'd seen at the party earlier, along with others she didn't recognize.

Her attention was drawn to a commotion at one of the makeup stations.

A girl who couldn't have been older than sixteen was being shouted at by a tall, stern-looking man in a tailored black suit.

"You cannot mess this up again!" He bellowed at her loudly. "Do you understand? If you fail tonight, you're done!"

The girl's hands trembled as she tried to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'll do better, I promise."

Tanya twitched as she watched the man berate the already nervous girl. What's the point of yelling at someone who's clearly struggling?

"I don't care about your promises." The man snapped.

"Fix it, or get out."

The girl couldn't take it anymore. She burst into tears and fled the scene.

Tanya expected the man to look concerned or even frustrated, but he didn't.

Instead, he turned to another model and gestured for her to take the girl's place, his expression cold. It was clear he had intended to break the girl down all along.

Tanya returned to Allegra's station just in time to witness a heated argument between her and a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair.

His name tag read Marco De Luca, and his posture screamed disdain.

"Where are my models, Marco?" Allegra demanded.

"Dove sono i miei modelli?!!"

"Don't blame me." Marco snapped. "It was your job to confirm everything."

"But no, la principessa was too busy fooling around!"

Allegra's Italian face reddened. "This show is important! It's not just for me it's for the brand!"

"No, you need this." Marco retorted. "And I'm tired of you taking credit for my work. I'm done covering for you."

Before Allegra could respond, Marco turned and stormed off, followed by several crew members.

The remaining team stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Stronzo!" Allegra spat.

As if things couldn't get worse, Lucrezia strolled by, a smug smile on her face.

"Tough day, darling?" She cooed. "Maybe next time, hire people who actually like you."

Allegra rounded on her. "You planned this, non è vero!?"

Lucrezia laughed but didn't confirm or deny. She disappeared into the crowd, leaving Allegra fuming.

Allegra glared at her retreating figure, muttering under her breath in Italian. "Un giorno le farò il culo."

Allegra slumped into a chair, rubbing her temples. "I don't know what to do, Tanya. My model and the backups are gone, my crew is in shambles, and the show is in a few minutes."

Tanya opened her mouth to comfort her.

Winter Show

Objective 1: Salvage The situation

Reward: 5000 EP

Objective 2: Make Versace the most Iconic

Reward: 30 000 EP

Penalty: Allegra's reputation suffers

Accept/Bad friend

Tanya groaned inwardly. "You've got to be kidding me."

The reward is amazing but she doesn't know anything about these shows.

Figure it out Casey said cheerfully.

Tanya sighed and looked at her friend.

Despite the hard task, she couldn't just walk away.

Tanya couldn't abandon her friend.

Accepting