At this moment, the backstage of the fashion show venue looked as if it had gone through a great battle.
Twenty-one models were all in place, makeup artists busily working on their respective models. At this time, it all came down to the models' own charm and the talent of the makeup and styling artists; if anyone failed to cooperate well, they'd be overshadowed on the T-Stage.
The makeup products arrayed on the dressing tables were a dazzling sight, and the fashion designs had been brought in—everyone was busy in a bustle.
"Lily, over here!"
"Bring those clothes over!"
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With twenty outfits to change into, there were nearly twenty different makeup looks. If the makeup artists' skills were subpar, it would ruin everything, as the makeup style had to match the fashion, and any disharmony would be laughably bad.
Miles passed down the walking order, starting to arrange the sequence for the twenty-one models.