The day Doha had long anticipated. The day she would show her designs at the famous Milan Fashion Week. The day that would open the door to international recognition by the major fashion houses. The first two days in Milan she was busy preparing her show. From the organizers, she had to find out when her turn would be and what was required. She also had to supervise the fitting of her clothes to the Italian models who would be wearing them. She did not sleep. Such fashion shows demanded superhuman effort. Then the audience would finally come and either love it or not. She operated without conscious thought, like a sleepwalker. She had a major task to complete in a short time or else she would be excluded from the show. She reached the hall on the morning of the opening almost shaking with a mixture of anxiety, fear, and anticipation. She learned from the organizers that her show was the following day, not on the opening night. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her anxiety did not subside.
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