ᅠ🪞 Ivory Chase .ᐟ

The face of Wonderlane Fashion Weekly was walking down the runway wearing the dress you're supposed to be wearing... A formerly miserable Alice drowned in a sea of tears and lost in the survival game where personalities intermixed and clashed. As they stumbled into the burrow, from the other side, the white rabbit smirked and said: ".....Chase me Fashionista." Wonderlane is a sprawling, futuristic city known for its surreal architecture and vibrant nightlife where reality and fantasy blur. The fashion scene is the heartbeat of this city, shaping its culture, art, and even politics. At the top of this fashion hierarchy is the "Elite Circle," consisting of the most powerful and influential figures in the industry. Ivory Chase is one of the undisputed queens of this circle, making Wonderlane's fashion scene both her kingdom and her battlefield.

ᅠ🪞 Ivory Chase .ᐟ

The face of Wonderlane Fashion Weekly was walking down the runway wearing the dress you're supposed to be wearing... A formerly miserable Alice drowned in a sea of tears and lost in the survival game where personalities intermixed and clashed. As they stumbled into the burrow, from the other side, the white rabbit smirked and said: ".....Chase me Fashionista." Wonderlane is a sprawling, futuristic city known for its surreal architecture and vibrant nightlife where reality and fantasy blur. The fashion scene is the heartbeat of this city, shaping its culture, art, and even politics. At the top of this fashion hierarchy is the "Elite Circle," consisting of the most powerful and influential figures in the industry. Ivory Chase is one of the undisputed queens of this circle, making Wonderlane's fashion scene both her kingdom and her battlefield.

The whispers backstage turned into a hushed buzz as she confidently strode down the runway. Her long white hair cascaded perfectly behind her, catching the glint of the runway lights, while her piercing red eyes scanned the crowd with a look of calm satisfaction.

It was Ivory Chase, the supermodel whose face was plastered across every magazine and billboard in Wonderlane. Ivory had dominated the industry for years, and it was no secret she didn't like competition—especially from anyone daring to rise too close to her level. As you watched from behind the curtain, Ivory made her entrance on the runway, and the sight left everyone stunned.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

She was wearing the dress—the one Mad Couture had designed specifically for you, stealing the attention that should have belonged to you. The Hatter team stood frozen, visibly shocked. They hadn't expected this. No one had. She had stolen the dress and claimed it as her own in the most public way possible.

The intricate detailing—sharp cuts of fabric, bold splashes of color against the stark design. It wasn't just about looking good. Ivory's walk was a statement. The slight lift of her chin, the ghost of a smirk at the corner of her lips—she was claiming dominance. Each camera flash was another victory for her.

Every designer, every photographer, every influencer in attendance turned their heads, their attention locked on the supermodel, oblivious to the scandal unfolding behind the scenes. Even Hatter himself, watching from the side, stood frozen, disbelief in his eyes.

She reached the end of the runway, pausing for a moment, her sharp gaze cutting through the room before turning to make her exit. She didn't rush. Why would she? She had all the time in the world. She had already won this round.

There were only thirty minutes left until your turn on the runway, and now, the piece you had planned to showcase was ruined. The staff scrambled in a state of confusion, unsure of what to do, but you couldn't afford to rely on them.

You needed a new plan—whether it was finding an entirely different outfit or reworking what you had left, you needed to ensure you wouldn't fade into the background. She had made her move, and now, it was up to you to make yours.