histoire courte

CR • Fitting • 1

"Rosé Park is currently one of the most influential people in the fashion industry. Can you believe that this 23 year old is currently taking the fashion world by storm with every piece she puts on and not only that, but also with every painting she releases?"

"I still find it mind-boggling how at such a young age, she's already so sought out by high end designers and creative directors of some of the most iconic names in the industry. This is the dream of many people and Rosé is killing it in every step of the way."

"I remember her attending a Schiaparelli show back in PFW a few years ago and despite the beautiful, beautiful line, she stood out the most despite simply being in the crowd. Not only that, her artworks are amazing and she has some of the best museum showings I've ever gone to in my life."

"Miss Roseanne?" A young maid calls from the outside of the sleeping beauty's suite.

The figure that laid on the bed hums in a questioning manner before the maid enters the room. The maid moves to the side of the bed and bows down to level her head with her boss' and speaks.

"It's time to get up. You need to get ready for your lunch with the Kims and for the Elyxion show. You promised Mrs. Jennie you wouldn't be late." The maid says in a hushed tone.

"5 more minutes? And what's for breakfast?" A sweet voice asks from underneath the covers.

"Miss Lalisa told me not to tell you unless you get up."

A sigh leaves the woman's lips as she finally takes off her blanket, sits up straight, uncovers her eyes from her silk eye mask, and stretches.

"Good morning, Miss Rosé."

"Good morning." She replies sweetly.

Rosé enters her bathroom to get ready for the busy day ahead of her filled with showrooms, runways, food, and flashing cameras. Her stay in her beautiful Parisian apartment will come to an end and she'll have to fly to Singapore by Thursday for a photoshoot with Buro.

She was brought into this world with old wealth to be inherited and has been surrounded by vintage couture pieces since she was a child, thus cultivating her love and passion for fashion. Though despite her elite status, she wasn't greedy and never laid a finger or said a harsh word upon anyone. She was kind, and lovable. A soft breeze that was simply refreshing to be around with. You could put her anywhere and she'd make friends with everyone. The way she looked outside was just as beautiful on the inside.

As she steps out of her tub and covers herself with her Missoni robe, she steps into her walk in closet and runs her hands through the collections of fabrics she's had since she was simply a child.

Growing up in an aristocratic family, you would never be seen in outfits that were, well, ugly. Her grandparents collected some beautiful vintage pieces that would definitely last for a long time and were meant to be passed down to her when she was of the right age to dive into the beautiful world of fashion.

As she browsed through lines and lines of clothing pieces, someone walks in the door.

"What is taking you so long?! You've been browsing for half an hour!" Lalisa, her award-winning cousin who is famous for her photographpy and films, cried.