Give Me Your Hand's

Who Should Be Responsible

A sedan car with the iconic lion logo enters the gate of a five-star hotel in the Bosphorus Strait area. The expanse of colorful tulips and green grass stretched widely forming a repeating pattern. A line of knee-high iron fences stretched around the park. Some little children with Asian facial features try to break through the black rows that stand upright as high as their heads, they are made curious about the beautiful butterflies that fly and perch on the petals of tulips.

Yellow light radiated from each of the four-story windows. A large roll of red cloth with a picture of a crescent moon and stars hung over the building. The cloth fluttered following the movement of the wind that blew at him.

The metallic blue sedan stopped in front of the entrance. A young woman in her tosca green dress and her tightly-covered black shoes came out of the car. He opened the baggage door in the back. He asked the hotel staff to bring two large boxes of his to the third floor.

"Khan, I got all my stuff out" Ivy said in front of the steering window.

A man with his hair drizzling waved his hand, as Ivy retreated her steps. "We met on the third floor."

The metallic blue car descended the paving block that slid into the underground parking area.

Ivy immediately stepped inside the hotel lobby. An elevator tube took him to the third floor. Not so many people were in this room yet, because the event had yet to begin. The woman opened the door of the room with the number one number attached to the door leaf.

"Hi" Ivy said to two models from a modeling agency.

Both women with high posture are models who will show the dress Ivy design.

"Hi too, Ivy. Has the show not started yet?" ask a model with blonde hair color.

Ivy looked at his watch, still showing it at six in the afternoon. "Less than an hour. You guys try to wear this dress, I want to see it one more time."

Both models received Ivy's gown and changed her clothes. Without a knock, the door opened.

"Almost!" exclaim one of the models with his curly hair. The woman glared at Khan who suddenly entered without permission.

"Sorry ladies, I didn't know you were changing. But I didn't see anything" Khan said, chuckling. He swung a paper fan over his round face without a whisker or sideburn.

"Khan, what do you think?" asked Ivy who asked the two models to turn around in front of her manager.

The man wearing the black tuxedo looked at every detail of the dress worn by the two models. The dress wrapped their bodies perfectly. Khan just stared at Ivy's face expressionlessly, adding more weight to Ivy's heart.

"I'll wait in the front seat. I hope you don't disappoint me and Sarte!" yelled Khan who instantly turned his heels in a different direction.

The twilight had passed, and now the moon began to smile beautifully over the waters of the Bosphorus. The two models left Ivy to start putting on their makeup. The locker room door opened, making the noise of the crowd coming from outside barge into Ivy's ears.

"Hello, Ivy. Am I interrupting?" ask Kara who is standing behind her.

"Of course not, Kara" answered Ivy, who was busy hanging up her dress and tidying up her belongings. He could not look at Kara.

"You must be so busy today?" Kara moved her position to the side of Ivy.

"Yes. You see for yourself. This is my first time doing a fashion show on behalf of a company. My shoulders felt full of dozens of scales," said Ivy who occasionally looked at Kara.

The sexy woman laughed at Ivy's words. "You must be used to it for a long time."

"Yes. When I was in Paris I was more used to doing shows in my own name. That's more reducing my burden." Ivy flicked her long hair back.

"I was with Khan. He's already in the showroom. Kara, can you guard this room first? I'm going to the toilet for a second."

"Go away. I'll take care of him." Kara opened the locker room door for Ivy. He looked at the back of Ivy who had disappeared in the crowd.

Kara stared one by one at the pretty dresses hanging on an iron pole. Her fingers touched every surface of the dress. He then took his cell phone and was seen contacting someone.

Meanwhile, a red-haired woman in her party dress went inside the toilet. The woman was fixing her makeup in front of a mirror. Through the reflection of the mirror, he saw someone he was very familiar with.

"Sophia?" Ivy was shocked to see the back of her stepmother turning her back.

"You're surprised I could come to this place?" Sophia turned her body to look at the face of her stepdaughter. Her ears were quite hot, when she heard Ivy no longer called her mother.

"It's a public place, anyone can come here." Ivy tried to calm herself down by folding both her hands to the front of her chest.

Sophia dropped her gaze on the covered shoes made of velvet then turned to the green tosca dress and walked over to Ivy's face.

"Yes you're right. I'm just surprised how a big company like Sarte can entrust an event of this magnitude to an amateur designer like yourself?" sindir Sophia who stood beside Ivy and pulled her stepson's chin towards the mirror.

Ivy only snorted annoyedly at Sophia's innuendo. He chose to leave behind his stepmother who was still staring sharply at his passing.

Don't ever challenge me, Ivy! Be respectful to older people!

Amidst the crowd of those people, Ivy wanted to see the atmosphere inside the room. He saw in front of him a large stage in the shape of the letter T in the middle of the room. The walls of the stage were dominated by black with white writing that formed the letters of the company names involved.

One of the organizers called him to take the show's sequence number. Ivy put his hand in a ball bowl with white cork grains. He took out a plastic straw and took out the paper inside.

"Ivy Eleanor of Sarte.

Ivy walked into her dressing room. In the middle of the street he saw Sophia standing in front of the door of his room. He turned his body so that Sophia would not see him, but his bead of eyes caught the presence of a tall man with his hairpins.

Ferrite? What's he here for? Oh my God....

Seen once again, it turns out Ferit did not see it. The man was talking to another man. He turned his eyes towards the door of his room. Her breathing was a little relieved, as Sophia was no longer there. He quickly entered the dressing room.

Ivy widened her eyes when she saw her torn design dress in some parts. There are regular and irregular tear marks like the tug of a hand. He saw a pair of scissors under his shoes.

"A...What happened? Why is this so?" ivy asked herself as she held the shapeless dress.

Her teary eyes were looking for the figure of someone who should be responsible for all this. " Where's Kara?"

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