A man in professional clothes greeted them when they stepped out of the plane.
He spread his hands in welcome as he shouted over the noises of the airport, “Welcome to A Country, contestants! I’ll be guiding you to the Renaissance headquarters.”
The models all looked at each other before continuing on.
The man grinned and gestured his head, “This way everyone!”
The group trailed behind him in an unorganized line as they made their way through the airport.
“When we arrive, the rest of the groups would already be there seeing as you guys are the last group to arrive.” Their guide chimed in through his small talk explaining a bit of their current situation.
They were led to a large extravagant bus.
It didn’t look much outside, however when they started to file in they could see how expensive it must’ve been to get this for them.
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It was very spacious with comfy seats and lots of things for their comfort. A TV and a mini fridge were even there.
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Once they finally arrived, their mood had already shifted to high spirits. And they couldn’t help but wow at the large building with a sign of Renaissance in the front.
They were ushered out of the bus, their things left there to be sent to where they’re staying then lead to the main hall.
The ceiling was high and aside from the open space, there was a stage up front.
The previous groups of the models were already there, mingling among themselves.
Everyone there looked different. Not one was the same. All were uniquely gorgeous.
Once the last of them were situated, the stage in front lit up.
From there they took sight of a small man with soft blonde hair and striking blue eyes.
Their breaths caught in their throats as they saw his gaze wash through them.
It was intriguing, the man didn’t seem to fall into a feminine or masculine image.
He seemed to fall just in between and made it work for himself. And it just made him even more attractive. Handsome and charming even.
Everyone wanted to swoon at him.
“And that… is how you charm a crowd.” his voice rang out.
With that, they quickly snapped out of their daze.
The man had been handed a microphone and spoke the previous words into it.
Man, even his voice was attractive.
“Hello everyone, I am Ian Marc Bernard-Cheng. I am the owner of Renaissance and I’ll be one of the judges for your audition today.” he gave a small smile.
With his words echoing throughout the hall, they could feel their hearts pump up in excitement.
“Just remember. Your goal? Charm everyone until they can’t stop looking at your unique beauty.”
This author has something to say:
The end is near— kahisjskajak—
I hope you guys are still enjoying this as much as you did the first time you read it <33
Don’t worry though! Ian and his family’s story isn’t done just yet!
~Lille Ally Sato
I want to see him irl. Bet he’s very attractive
I would try drawing him, but I’m not really an artist— 😅
I want a glimpse of original Ian in the real world before it ends..
Thanks for the chapter..
Thank you for the chapter <3