The boys instantly stiffened. Their clothes felt clumsy, outdated, laughable. Sweat prickled their palms, yet the staff only smiled warmly, ushering them forward with perfect grace.
Rei leaned toward Frey, muttering, "How did you even meet her?"
Frey smirked, almost too casually. "She was getting bullied once. I stepped in, spoke up for her. She gave me her number on a card… then disappeared the next day—called away by a huge brand."
The others exploded in disbelief. Rei and Classic pummeled him with light punches.
"You—! Do you even realize where we are?!" Classic hissed. "This place isn't for idols—it's for billionaires, top celebrities, entrepreneurs! And Alexia… she's one of the top designers in the world right now. This isn't a joke!"
Rei's tone turned grave. "She's backed by people with serious influence. One wrong step, and we're finished."
Lys finally broke his silence, his voice cool, edged with steel. "Then why risk being styled by someone this dangerous? We should turn back."
They looked at him with pissed face and before anyone could answer, one of the staff turned, her tone respectful yet proud as she guided them toward the elevator.
"Miss Alexia is gentle, calm, and passionate. Her designing and styling skills are extraordinary—she creates looks that feel untouchable and ethereal. She would never harm her clients or anyone; her talent and dedication speak for themselves. Though she was raised in perfection, trained to protect herself if needed. But it was her love for designing clothes—she left her perfect life behind and her exceptional talent—that allowed her to carve out her own name in this world."
''I never heard her parents' name. Are they billionaires?. To be called her past perfect.'' Classic added in conversation for answer with curiosity.
The staff shook her head, ''More like a Criminal." She bluntly says.
The moment the word criminals left her lips, the group froze. Their mouths went dry, eyes wide in disbelief.
Lys's eyes flicked toward the staff, intrigued. "So that's her past…"
The staff gave a small, approving nod. "It's thrilling to see someone rise from a life like that and make a name for themselves. But she didn't climb by telling this story to vip, you will experience it by yourselves shortly".
The group exchanged glances, realizing that the woman they were about to meet was not just talented… she was a force shaped by choice, skill, and mystery. The elevator doors opened onto the top floor. They walked down a silver hallway lined with doors, each labeled for a specific purpose.
Ahead, towering golden double doors opened into a hall of roses and chandeliers, an entire world bathed in elegance. Fluffy beanbags scattered like petals around massive rose sculptures. Chandeliers dripped golden light. Racks of fashion stood like altars to royalty. And at the far end, five chairs gleamed beneath the glow.
"Did she… really build all this herself?" Rei whispered.
Frey swallowed. "Yeah. Every piece."
The group sank nervously into their seats. Lys, restless, drifted from one corner to another, tracing the details with his eyes. Staff members whispered behind their hands, cheeks pink when he smiled at them. But once he turned away, that smile vanished, leaving behind only a calculating edge.
Then—
The golden doors opened.
The sound of soft sneakers against the polished floor made Lys glance up. Alexia stepped in—white shirt sleeves rolled carelessly to her elbows, a dark denim vest hugging her frame, and wide-leg trousers flowing with every stride. The belt cinched at her waist drew attention to the sharp cut of her figure, adding a touch of effortless cool look.
For a heartbeat, the room seemed to shift around her. Not loud, not sparkling—just presence. The kind that silenced air without asking.
Lys's chest tightened the moment he saw her. The café—her bandaged hand— is her. It all came rushing back.
For the first time, it felt as if time itself slowed. Her eyes locked with his, and a strange, thrilling spark shot straight through him.
''Ridiculous… just a designer, he scolded himself, forcing his gaze away. Yet his eyes betrayed him, drifting back again and again, drawn like a moth to a flame.''
But the unexpected sly smile tugged at his lips, betraying him.
Alexia's eyes swept across the group, sharp and precise. "Lys, Rei, Classic, Frey… sit," she commanded, her voice calm yet carrying an edge that brooked no argument.
The staff brought over a separate chair for her, placing it carefully in front of the group. Alexia sat down with effortless poise, her gaze never leaving them.
Frey, unable to hide his nervousness, blurted out immediately, "I—I'm sorry for asking a favor…"
Alexia's response was blunt, calmly voiced in its precision. "It's alright. You would have met me anyhow, even if you hadn't called," she said.
''What?''
The group froze, exchanging confused glances, trying to make sense of her words.
Lys, however, caught the subtle nuance in her statement. A sly smile tugged at his lips as understanding flickered in his eyes. Without hesitation, he sank into his seat beside Classic, completely absorbed in her presence. His eyes lingered on her with a blend of playful admiration and flirty intensity, taking in her every movement as if memorizing them.
Classic shot him a questioning glance, whispering, "What's gotten into you?"
Lys ignored him, letting himself be drawn entirely into the magnetic pull of Alexia, the air around her thick with authority, allure, and the unspoken promise of favor to be earned.
Rei cleared his throat.
"I know it's embarrassing to ask favor from someone who I haven't talk even for 10 seconds.''
All others eyes goes on him finding that.
Alexia nodded, maintaining a calm, authoritative tone. "So, you're requesting a debut to entertainment companies? It's common for friends to ask to favor."
Frey added carefully, ''Thanks for understanding our situation. Even though you were friend for less than 10 secs''
Alexia regarded them thoughtfully. "I see. In that case, I will provide guidance and support until you achieve success, while remaining discreet."
Frey hesitated. "We don't want anything extreme—just audition for small companies."
Classic spoke up. "Yes, just once. We want something small and manageable debit in small company."
Alexia's expression softened slightly, though her voice remained firm. "Done! But as a designer and now a stylist for my VIP clients, I will assist you with complete makeover to reach a milestone in a just a few months. After that, my involvement concludes."
The group fell silent, impressed by her clarity and confidence as she added styled from her.
Lys leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing with a sly glint. "So, you're saying you'll help us until we win an award… but tell me this," he began, his tone playful, almost teasing, "can you really handle all of us? Or are we going to be your biggest headache yet?"
His boldness, speaking her name so directly, made the other members freeze.
Alexia met his gaze steadily. "I've managed clients with even tighter schedules. My team and I will coordinate to ensure everything runs smoothly, without interfering with your work."
Frey whispered nervously to Classic, "Did he… just say that? Is he serious about that wish?"
Classic blinked, his expression matching Frey's confusion. "Maybe…" he murmured, equally stunned.
Alexia, however, didn't flinch. Her eyes remained steady, her posture calm. "My assigned team will manage the details," she said, her voice firm but courteous. "Now, shall we proceed?"
The boys exchanged glances, still a little flustered by Lys's audacity, but they are too much excited and nervous to get styled from world best styling team.
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