Analysis Of Tristan Eve

Adia Fierce sat with her back upright, chin up, and her eyes stare straight ahead like her mother taught her if she received a guest.
Tristan Eve was the head designer of Balmain haute couture, a fashion house that was popular among celebrities, fashion magazines, and runaways. It’s like yesterday she saw him on the cover of the Fabulous Fashion magazine in which he discussed the summer fashion trend and his glam-army collection. And now he’s slouching on the white sofa in front of her; head wrapped in a headscarf, his long patterned silk robe sweeping across the floor, and his limber finger playing with the artificial fire which flaming gently in the fireplace. He couldn’t help himself talking about the trick to applying color in the clothes
“Your mom called me,” Tristan answered, “I should be at Fashion week prep tonight, presenting my glam-army collection, but your mom said there’s a case of emergency. I believe it has something to do with your
His book about the fashion cult and rituals had drawn openly public debates about the fashion role and contribution to one’s life, and his fashion show in the annual fashion week was no different, always made a headline.
Adia leaped up from her chair, suddenly forgot about the manner, when she heard a buzzing sound from the elevator door, “Trey!!” Adia said. She dashed toward the elevator, waiting impatiently for the elevator door to open, and hugged a tall, lean figure that came out of it. But before she could say a thing, her mother had already grabbed Trey’s hand and took him before