Everybody in the audience present inside auditorium was now looking at Stefen in confusion, including the other two judges.

"Is he giving her an applause?"

"Her walk has merely begin!"

"I did not even find her that good!"

"Why is she wearing white?"

"Her dress is so vulgar!"

"How the h.e.l.l does her dress represent nature?"

Cheryl gave a wide grin, looking at Stefen.

"Miss Cheryl! Right?" Stefen asked her as if he is looking at her for the first time.

"Huh?" Cheryl frowned at his question.

"What's the theme for out tonight's auditions? Can you please tell our audiences."

"Umm...It's nature. Nature in its true, raw form." Cheryl replied proudly, smiling again.

"I am glad atleast you know that much. Can you please tell me how does your dress fit our theme? Looking at it's design, I even doubt if this can be my creation! Or you were careless enough to walk the ramp in whatever attire you wanted?"

The audience gaped at Cheryl in shock.

"Is she drunk?"

"She is wearing a cheap dress."

"I knew it! The moment I saw this dress, I knew it can not be Fabiosa."

Cheryl gaped at Stefen in shock. What's wrong with him? He is insulting me?!! I am his girlfriend. How can he do that to me?

"Well...I...I.....This dress....ummm...." Cheryl was short of words and looked down, in embarrasememt.

Suddenly a flash of an image of Rose standing on the ramp, in embara.s.sememt came to her mind.

"We have had enough of your careless attt.i.tude. Go and follow the stylists orders. I give you five minutes. Don't let Miss. Vicky wait more than that!"

Cheryl's face was burning red in anger. This dumb and naive man! Where did he get this much courage from? "Yes!" Cheryl nodded and moved towards the back-stage hurriedly.

Cheryl entered the back-stage only to face the amused faces of stylists and other models.

"Give me Vicky's dress." Cheryl fummed in anger and the stylist gave her the dress, suppressing her laughter.

In another two minutes, Cheryl came out of the trial room, wearing a beautiful green feathered dress. The artists quickly gave her a quick touch up and soon she was ready to walk the ramp.

Cheryl who was still fumming in anger started walking on the ramp, as soon as the music started and the spotlight touched her face. Her sour mood was preventing her from giving her best performance. Just as she walked a few steps, Stefen stood up again pretending to look disgusted. "Miss Cheryl! If I may remind you, these are auditions not your house. You have to smile gravefully when you walk the ramp. Miss Vicky please walk the ramp along with her, to guide her."

Vicky nodded and walked backwards preparing to start her walk. Cheryl was dumbfounded at Stefen's att.i.tude. What is wrong with him? The entire auditorium was gossiping about her now!

While they were also talking about Stefen's professional and patient att.i.tude. "Fabiosa is so particular about their models."

"No wonder! They are at the top."

"Wow! I like his att.i.tude. He is so patient with that irritating model."

While everybody thought that Stefen was trying to help Cheryl, but he was actually killing her ego, step by step!

Cheryl looked at Vicky in anger. Vicky's dress was probably the most grand and costliest in the entire collection. Now she will teach me how to walk? She is my subst.i.tute! This was supposed to be my dress!