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You were a student in twelfth grade of a fashion academy in London. You wanted to be a fashion designer when you were little. You liked to make clothes such as summer clothes or winter clothes. You're very, very, very creative on drawing clothes in your sketchbook. Your friend, Miranda, also supported you that you'll be a great fashion desinger someday.

Of course, there was one problem on becoming a fashion designer. Your rival (R/n) was a rich girl and a popular student at your school. You were jealous of her skills and you considered her as your rival. And what's worse, (R/n) mocked your taste of fashion! You don't want to lose to this spoiled rich snob and you don't care if you had a lack of taste in fashion. You swore that someday you'll prove yourself to (R/n) that you're the best future fashion designer in London.

After school, you decided to draw at an outdoor cafe. You sat down on the chair with your (favorite coffee) coffee you ordered. You tried to think what to draw.

"Hmm... What to draw, what to draw?" You asked to yourself as you don't know what to draw with a sigh of uncertainty. "Oh man, I can't believe I got myself an artist's block!"

You placed your head on the table as you started to get depressed.

"There's got to be something or someone for me to draw."

You sighed yet again until you noticed a person in front of your eyes.

"Huh?"

You saw a tall and handsome man with blue eyes and a two-colored hair: black and white on each side. He wore a suit that contained a white polo shirt with a black vest and black long pants. In addition to his attire, he wore a black necktie and red hand gloves. Over his suit was a thick white fur coat that extended to his calves that were covered in black pants. In perfection, his black leather shoes matched his whole outfit. He was holding a cigarette holder in his red gloved hand.

You went in a daze as you unconsciously stared at the man with a black and white hair on the other side of the street. He was sitting on the bench just now, taking a smoke.

"Who is he?" You thought, still staring at the mytersious man. "He's so handsome, I feel like I'm falling in love with him."

Suddenly, you quickly shook your head and realized something.

"Wait a minute. Actually... Never mind. There's no way I'm in love with him. I mean I bet he's older than me. But still, that man. Just maybe..." You stared at him again and realized that maybe you should draw him. "Maybe I should draw him. Yeah, I should."

You decided to draw the man you just saw as you picked up the pencil. You stared back at him a few times while you're drawing on your sketchbook. You carefully drew the appearance and the outfit he was wearing. As you drew him a couple minutes, you placed the pencil down and stared at the sketch you drew.

It was a sketch of that man in full appearance. He was holding a cigarette holder in his hand in that picture. It was a perfect sketch you'd ever drawn.

"Wow... I can't believe I drew that person I just saw." You muttered to yourself as you stared at your recent drawing.

Then, you turned around to see that man again, only to notice that he's already gone.

"He's gone," You gave yourself a sigh after you drew a picture of him. "I wonder who is he. I've never seen someone having two different colors of their hair."

You stared at your drawing of the man with black and white hair. You suddenly you found yourself blushing. You shook your head as you tried to refuse the fact.

"Aw, come on! There's no way I'm in love with that person!" You reminded yourself that you couldn't fall in love with an older man from your drawing.

After you finished drawing, you started to leave from the cafe and you went home.

That night, you were in your bedroom, talking with your friend Miranda on your web camera.

"So you were drawing something at the cafe, (Y/n)?" asked Miranda.

"Yeah. I was having a hard time. I had an artist's block." You explained about what happened after school.

"Ouch. Of course all fashion designers sometimes have that kind of issue." she stated, agreeing with you.

"But look on the bright side, at least I found someone to draw."

"Really? You did?" Miranda asked you in surprise.

"Yeah, it was the best drawing I ever sketched."

Miranda started to beg as she wanted you to show your sketch to her with a big smile.

"Let me see! I wanna see!" Your friend became so excited as she really wanted to see your recent sketch.

You brought your sketchbook out from your (color) schoolbag and opened the book to find the specific page.

"Ah, there it is. It's this one." You showed the sketch of the man with black and white hair wearing a fur coat.

"OMG, you're right! That's the best drawing I've ever... Huh?" Miranda suddenly stopped at her words as she stared at your drawing.

When you heard Miranada, you put down your drawing on your desk to find your friend's speechless look on your face.

"Miranda? What's wrong? You okay?" You asked as you became worried.

"(Y/n)."

"Yeah?"

"Do you know who's this person you just draw?" Miranda asked you about the sketch.

"No, I don't think I know who's this person. He's so handsome and he's older than me," You answered as you don't know who and explained about his appearance and age to Miranda. "His hair is so different, having two colors on each side."

Miranda shook her head in disbelief and started to talk to you about that person, "(Y/n). That sketch you just drew. That was unbelievable."

"I know, right?" You agreed with Miranda as you couldn't believe that you sketched a man with black and white hair.

"No, you just don't get it, (Y/n). You sketched... an infamous fashion mogul?! In the middle of the afternoon!" Miranda shouted in fear as she explained about your sketch.

You became confused as you didn't know that man you just saw this afternoon was actually a fashion mogul.

"Wait, what?"

"(Y/n), I can't believe you drew him without his permission!"

"Wait, hold on, Miranda. What do you mean 'without his persmission'?" You asked Miranda, raising your brow.

"Did you ask him if it's okay for you to sketch him?" she asked.

"Well, no. I just made a sketch of him because I thought he was a stranger." You answered, stating that you didn't ask his permission.

"Oh, that's not good. That's NOT good." Miranda became more worried after seeing the face of the fashion mogul.

"What's not good?"

Miranda took a deep breath and asked you about something, "(Y/n). What's your favorite song?"

You became surprised when you heard your friend asking you about your favorite song.

"Huh? I thought I told you already, Miranda. It's Cruelle De Vil." You reminded your friend that your favorite song was 'Cruelle De Vil'.

"You just sketched yourself Cruelle De Vil!" replied Miranda as she stated the man you drew was Cruelle De Vil.

All the sudden, your (e/c) eyes widned shock and extreme surprise as you heard Miranda claiming that you sketched a man named "Cruelle De Vil".

"Wait, his name was Cruelle De Vil!?" You asked as you stood up quickly, slamming your hands on your desk.

"Yep." Miranda answered positively, popping the 'p'.

"I thought that song was about a fictional character." You stated as you placed your hands on your head.

"Well, that guy you just sketched isn't fictional, I tell ya." Miranda replied, telling you about Cruelle De Vil.

"You said he's a fashion mogul, right, Miranda?" You asked her, making sure that Cruelle was a fashion mogul.

"Yep, everyone in London including me and my family are afraid of him just like the song."

You couldn't believe that you didn't realize that you were sketching Cruelle De Vil that afternoon. And in your mind, you almost fell in love with him, but you refused the fact that he's older than you! Also, he's infamous and everyone were afraid of him even your friend.

After your conversation with Miranda on the webcam, you decided to go to bed. But, once you're lying on the bed, you couldn't sleep. You didn't know that you're actually sketching Cruelle De Vil. You didn't know that man you just saw had that name you remembered; that very same name as your favorite song.

The next morning, you barely got your sleep while you arrived at school. Miranda noticed that you weren't entirely awake.

"(Y/n), you okay?" she asked, noticing your sleepy look.

"Kind of," You replied, giving a big yawn.

"Let me guess. It's about the De Vil sketch, right?" Miranda presumed the reason why you didn't get enough sleep.

"Yeah. I couldn't get that out from my freakin' head." You answered honestly as you rubbed your eye.

As you entered, you and Miranda heard the intercom, giving the today's announcement.

"Attention, students. Please be aware that we are having a fashion assembly after school today. Please, head to the auditorium after the last bell. Thank you."

"A fashion assembly, already?" You replied as you and Miranda looked at each other.

"I guess we should go there after school then." Miranda suggested after listening to the announcements.

"Yeah, good idea." You agreed as you two headed to your homeroom.

After school, you and Miranda were told to go to the auditorium for the assembly. As you sat down with Miranda, you also noticed (R/n) sitting with her friend, Millie, except the rich girl claimed that she's her assistant.

You glared at (R/n) and she gave you a smug smile, much to your displeasure. You tried to ignore her as you noticed your principal Jacque appeared on the stage.

"Students, I would like your attention, please," he said with an accent as he talked to the microphone, requesting their attention. Everyone stopped talking and paid attention to Jacque. "Merci. I would like to tell you all that we're having a special event."

The students became surprised as they whispered to each other about the special event Principal Jacque was talking about.

"But first, we have a special guest here in the La Mode Academy. I present you, Monsieur Cruelle De Vil!"

To your shock and surprise, you heard your principal introduced to that familiar name: Cruelle De Vil!

"What? He's here?" You asked in confusion as you couldn't believe that Cruelle De Vil was visiting to your school.

Then, a familiar man appeared before your eyes as you saw him walking on the stage after Jacque said his name.

"That's Cruelle De Vil?" You asked Miranda as you saw the same man from yesterday.

"In the flesh." Miranda replied, nodding to you.

Then, you noticed (R/n) squealed in joy upon seeing Cruelle De Vil.

"What's with (R/n)?" You asked Miranda after seeing your rival squealing like that.

"If you didn't notice, Cruelle De Vil is actually like her idol." Miranda explained to you about (R/n)'s reaction.

"What? He's (R/n)'s idol?" You replied questionably.

Miranda nodded in answer as you two listened to Jacques.

"The reason why Monsieur De Vil is here in our academy is because he's having a fashion show event coming soon." he explained. "So we're all having a fashion competition."

Everyone couldn't believe that they're having a fashion contest with Cruelle De Vil as the judge.

"We already chose what to make for this very contest." Jacques showed a powerpoint of a derby hat to all of you.

"A derby hat?" You stared at the picture itself.

"You must create your own derby hat within two weeks. This fashion contest will be taken place at Monsieur De Vil's mansion! He will also be the judge of this challenge. Whoever makes a perfect and creative derby hat wins!"

You became shocked that the fashion contest will be taken place at Cruelle De Vil's mansion. You also heard that after winning the contest, the specific derby hat would be worn by one of the fashion models at Cruelle De Vil's upcoming fashion show.

"You will receive his address if you sign up tomorrow lunch. That is all."

After the assembly, you went back home with a speechless look on your face. There would be a fashion competition hosted by your academy and judged by Cruelle De Vil. You didn't say a word the whole day until you went to bed.

The next day during lunch, you and Miranda went to the bulletin board to see who's participating the fashion competition. You noticed there weren't many students on the list as you noticed there were three or four names.

"Damn, really? I can't believe not all of them wanted to participate." You said to Miranda after checking the sign-up list.

"Well, true. Except you-know-who." Miranda pointed at the specific name to you.

You noticed there was (R/n)'s name on the top, much to your surprisingly shock.

"What?! (R/n)'s entering the fashion competition?!" You got your mouth gaping after seeing your snotty rival's name.

"Duh. Of course (R/n)'s entering the fashion competition. After all, Cruelle De Vil is the judge, remember?" replied Miranda as she already knew why (R/n) signed up for the fashion competition.

You realized that your rival might win the fashion comepititon if she showed her perfect skills as a fashion designer. After finding out that (R/n)'s participating, you took the pen and wrote your name on the sign-up sheet.

"That's it! I'm doing this! This is where I'm gonna show this high and mighty little rich girl my skills!" You exclaimed after you finished writing your name.

"That's the spirit! I'm rootin' for ya, (Y/n)!" Miranda cheered you on as she decided to support you at the fashion contest.

Then you two heard a laugh behind you and you noticed (R/n) and Ally.

"Well, well. So you're entering the fashion contest, huh?" said (R/n), noticing that you signed up.

"Yeah, you better believe it, (R/n), because you're going down!" You replied as you claimed that you will defeat (R/n) at the fashion contest.

(R/n) scoffed at you as if she didn't believe you.

"Well, we'll see about that. Once I show my special creative derby hat to Mr. De Vil, he'll make me a winner!" (R/n) claimed her future victory if she showed her creation to Cruelle De Vil.

"Oh yeah? I'll show him my special creative derby before you! That way he'll decide that I'm the winner!" You argued back as you claimed that you'll get your victory and (R/n)'ll get her defeat.

"As if. There's no way Mr. De Vil will be interested of your "special creative" derby hat. After all, like I said, you have a bad taste of fashion."

(R/n) laughed as she walked away from you and Miranda. Millie apologized by bowing to you and Miranda before catching up with her boss. You couldn't believe that your rival yet again mocked your taste of fashion as you glared with daggers at (R/n).

"Grr..." You growled as you tried to give (R/n) a knuckle-sandwich.

"Whoa, easy, tiger. Don't forget. You only got two weeks before the fashion competition," Miranda reminded you about the deadline. "I'm sure you got a cool derby hat you have in mind."

"Yeah, you're right, Miranda. But what should I make?" You became worried as you thought of your creative derby hat.

After school, when the last bell rang, all the students left even Miranda and you packed up your stuffs in your schoolbag. When you did so, you went outside of your school and you noticed two men in black appeared before you. They also wore black sunglasses.

You were startled by their appearances, realizing the two men were kind of tough-looking guys.

"Uh... May I help you?" You asked the two men in black suits.

"Are you Ms. (Y/n) (L/n)?" said the blonde man.

"Yes, that's me." You nodded as your answer.

"Then, please come with us, Ms. (L/n)." The brunet gestured you to get in the limousine.

"Huh?" You became confused of what's going on as you were taken by the two suspicious men in black.

You became worried as you wondered where were they taking you while you're riding on the limousine. After they took you after school, you arrived at the luxurious tall building. Your mouth was gaping as you stared at the tall building before you. You became surprised for the moment.

Then, the two men in black guided you to the top floor of the building and you walked down in the hallway, arriving at the double door. They opened the doors for you to enter and you arrived in a luxurious office.

"Wow..." You became amazed as you noticed how big this room was.

"He'll be seeing you after his meeting, Ms. (L/n)." the blonde man in black reminded you that someone would come here to meet you.

To your confusion, you tried asking them, "Wait! Who are you talking about? At least tell me what's going on."

However, the doors were closed as the two men in black were already left, much to your dismay. You huffed in disbelief as you didn't get some answers from the two guys clad in black.

"Great, they won't tell me what's going on."

You looked around as you started to look around while waiting for someone. You noticed there was a large red sofa and a black and white spotted coffee table. You walked towards an office desk and a red office chair.

"This is... unbelievable," You said to yourself. "I wonder who own this big office."

Then you found a stack of paper on the office desk and you picked them up in your hands. You noticed there were designs and you realized that someone drew them.

"Wow! Look at those clothes! They're amazing!" You complimented the designs as you looked at them one by one.

Also, all the women were all wearing black and red. After you finished staring at them, you stacked them up and placed them back at the table.

"I wonder who drew these amazing designs." You asked to yourself, wanting to know who.

Then suddenly, just when you asked, a voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"That would be me, darling."

You felt someone was behind you, much to your shock, when you heard a voice. You turned around to see the same man you met two days ago; yesterday and the day before yesterday. You became surprised and yet shocked upon meeting the black and white haired man wearing the same attire including the fur coat.

"Oh my god!" You thought to yourself as you couldn't believe that there in front of you was none other than Cruelle De Vil!

You tried to regain your composure as you tried to greet Mr. De Vil, but somehow you couldn't get your words from your mouth. Cruelle stared at you and gave a low chuckle which was very sinister.

"What's the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?" Cruelle asked you after noticing you couldn't say something to him.

You shook your head and replied, "N-No, Mr. De Vil. It's just... I didn't know that I was taken to meet you in person."

"Is that so? Then you should be grateful." he suggested, taking a smoke from his cigarette.

When he did so, he puffed out gray smoke. You started to realize why you were taken to his office by the two men in black after school. You wanted to know why Mr. De Vil wanted you to come here.

"Um, Mr. De Vil. Is there a specific reason why I'm here?" You asked curiously.

He looked back at you and gave a smirk as he answered, "Yes, there is. I know you're the one I saw the other day."

You became surprised as you somehow realized that Mr. De Vil already remembered your face.

"Y-You saw me the other day?" You asked him about that very day.

"Of course, I did, darling. You didn't expect that I didn't notice you drawing in the middle of day, did you?"

You realized that he somehow noticed you drawing a sketch of himself. You remembered your conversation with Miranda the other night.

"So you knew what was I drawing, Mr. De Vil?" You asked.

"Of course, I knew. You were sketching a picture of myself when you stared back at me a few times or so," he chuckled as he obviously answered your question.

"Just as I thought..." You thought to yourself as you felt butterflies inside your stomach.

"I would like to see your sketch, Ms. (L/n)." he requested you to show him a sketch of himself.

"O-Okay..." You took your sketchbook out from your bag and opened it.

You showed Mr. De Vil your recent sketch of himself when you two sat down on the chairs. You sat down on a heart-shaped chair while he sat on his office chair on the opposite. You placed your sketchbook on his desk and you sat still, waiting while Mr. De Vil was looking at your drawing.

"Oh, I'm very so nervous. I can't believe Mr. De Vil is staring at my sketch of himself! I hope I won't get a negative compliment." You thought to yourself as you felt sweating nervously.

You waited and waited for Mr. De Vil to finish staring at it. Then, he returned your sketch to you and gave you a smirk.

"You have a special potential, Ms. (L/n). Your skills are very..." Cruelle gave himself a pause until he said a specific word about your sketching skills, "unique."

"Unique? You think my skills of sketching are... unique?" You replied in question.

"Yes, my dear. To think a girl like you could draw a sketch so perfectly, I'm impressed." he stated as he gave an impressed grin at you.

"Why... Thank you, Mr. De Vil. I really appreciate." You gave thanks to Mr. De Vil as you kindly smiled at him.

The fashion mogul laid back and placed his hand under his chin as he stared at you. You somehow felt intimidated by the gaze from his icy-blue eyes.

"Is something the m-matter, Mr. De Vil?"

"You're participating the fashion competition for my fashion show, correct, Ms. (L/n)?" Cruelle asked.

You knew that Cruelle was there at the assembly yesterday and you nodded as you answered, "Oh yes, Mr. De Vil. I signed up today at lunch."

"Is that so? Then, I'll be looking forward to see your interesting design." Cruelle gave you an intrigued grin.

You nodded, agreeing with him and knowing that he'll be judging your design of the derby hat. After your strange unexpected visit to the infamous Cruelle De Vil, you were lying down on your bed and you stared at the ceiling.

"What a crazy day..." You muttered to yourself as you couldn't believe you met the infamous fashion mogul after school.

You grabbed your pillow and put it to your face, muffling your screams.

The next day, you tried to think of what kind of design for your derby hat. It's now Saturday and you were at the mall with Miranda, doing some window shoppings on clothes. Miranda was helping you to find an inspiration for the derby hat.

"Let's see. Maybe this one? No, that's not it. Oh! How about this one? Nah, never mind. That won't work." Miranda had a hard time while looking at the designs the manikins were wearing. "Which one is good for the derby hat, (Y/n)?"

Miranda noticed that you didn't answer her question and turned her head at you. You just stared at the window in a daze.

"(Y/n)?" she gave a shout, trying to wake you up. "(Y/n)!"

"Who? What? Where?" You returned to your senses as you realized that you were spacing out.

"(Y/n). You didn't ask me which design is the best for your derby hat."

"Which design?" You stared at the manikins' clothes. You realized that you somehow didn't listen to Miranda.

Miranda realized that something's bothering you and asked, "Are you okay, (Y/n)? It's like you were in la la land."

You realized that you were thinking of yesterday where you were taken to meet Cruelle De Vil, who knew that you're the one who sketched him.

"Well... I just had a crazy day yesterday, that's all." You explained.

"A crazy day? What happened?"

You and Miranda went to the food court and had lunch. You explained to your friend about what happened yesterday. You told her that you were taken to meet Cruelle De Vil at his office, much to Miranda's shock.

"OMG! Don't tell me you were in trouble just because you sketched him without permission?!" Miranda presumed after finding out.

"What? No, I wasn't. Mr. De Vil knew that I'm the one who sketched him and he praised my skills after seeing it," You gave an explanation of your visit to Cruelle De Vil. "Also, he said that he'll be looking forward on judging my derby hat."

"Wow... I can't believe the fashion mogul gave you a compliment about your skills of drawing and sketching."

"I wonder if Mr. De Vil will praise my skills as a fashion designer..." You became worried, wondering.

"Don't worry so much. I'm sure you'll win the competition. I know you can and I'm rootin' for ya." Miranda reassured you as she supported you on winning the competiton.

"Thanks, Miranda. Okay, let's go back to find some ideas!"

You and Miranda left the food court while you didn't notice that your rival and her personal assistant were spying on you two. (R/n) became enraged as she heard about your day from yesterday.

"(Y/n) (L/n) received a visit to the Cruelle De Vil yesterday after school?!" (R/n) couldn't believe that you were so lucky when Mr. De Vil sent his two bodyguards to come and get you after school. She pulled her hankerchief in rage and frustration.

"She sure is lucky, isn't it, Ms. (R/n)?" Millie implied, only to notice the glare from (R/n) and shrink back. "Sorry..."

"She thinks that Mr. De Vil might praise her skills as a fashion designer? Ugh, as if! There's no way I would let this newbie get away with this!" (R/n) grumbled in dismay as she became jealous of you.

"What should we do, Ms. (R/n)?" asked Millie.

"Millie, I want you to spy on (Y/n) and take her ideas if she finds one. Got it?"

Millie nodded as she was told to spy on you and steal your ideas for your creative derby. About twelve or thirteen days had passed and the deadline was coming soon. Right now you don't know what kind of design you should make. You were at the park and you had your sketchbook, sitting on the bench.

You took a sigh as you stared at the surroundings around you.

"I have to hurry and find the idea for the derby hat. If I don't, I'll lose and (R/n)'ll win." You groaned as you started to feel lost. "I think I'll call it a day for now..."

You stood up and walked away from the bench with your head down. After you left the park, you suddenly confronted a black and white car in front of you. You noticed there was a license plate, saying "DEV IL".

Then you heard the door opened and you became surprised when you saw Mr. De Vil driving his car.

"Mr. De Vil!" You were startled by his presence.

After meeting Mr. De Vil, the fashion mogul noticed your look on your face and asked you, "What is the matter, darling? You looked depressed."

"Well... Actually..." You decided to explain to Mr. De Vil that you didn't had any idea what kind of a design for the derby hat and you don't know what should you do.

"I see. You don't know what to do with your little creation?"

You nodded as you felt unsure. Cruelle gave a long moment of thought and then opened the door to the passenger seat for you.

"Come with me, darling. I think I can help you find some ideas." He gestured to come inside his car, much to your surprise.

You became unsure as you were invited by Mr. De Vil, a fashion designer and a mogul.

"I won't take a peek since I'm the judge for the La Mode fashion competition." He reassured you that he won't see your sketch of a derby hat.

"Okay..."

You rode Mr. De Vil's car and he took you somewhere that would help you find an idea. Millie, on the other side, was stalking you and noticed that her boss's idol took you in his car, much to her shock.

"Oh dear. I can't believe I have to follow (Y/n) with Mr. De Vil," Millie said to herself as she sighed in dismay. "At least, Ms. (R/n) isn't with me to see this. She'll be totally mad otherwise!"

Cruelle took you to the art museum and he showed you some paintings by a German artist named Lars. You looked around and realized those paintings had black spots on every canvas, surprised.

"They only show spots on every canvas!" You stated.

"Exactly." Cruelle replied. "To tell you the truth, darling, I actually adore spots."

"Really?" You turned your head to Mr. De Vil as you were astonished that he liked spots.

"Yes, I see everything when it comes to spots," he explained to you about spots.

"Like dalmatians?" You implied to Mr. De Vil about dogs as an example.

"Exactly."

You stared at the spots and somehow those two colors were the same as Mr. De Vil's hair color. Black and white. All the sudden, you received an imaginary light bulb, much to my surprise.

"That's it... That's it!" You beamed a smile as you finally found an idea to make a design for the derby hat. "Thank you, Mr. De Vil. I just finally found an idea!"

"My pleasure, my dear." Cruelle replied. "Now then, I'll leave you alone to make a sketch for your derby hat. I'll see you on the very important day, Ms. (L/n)."

"Thank you very much!" You bowed to him as respect when Mr. De Vil left.

When Cruelle left you, Millie suddenly bumped into him and stumbled backwards. The orange-haired girl regained her posture and became shocked upon seeing Cruelle De Vil.

"Oh my... So sorry!" She apologized as she bowed to him.

She walked past him after giving him an apology for bumping him. Mr. De Vil gave a suspicious look on his face as he stared back at Millie, who was heading towards the same room you were in. When you were now alone, you took your sketchbook and opened the clean blank page, holding with the pencil.

"Okay. It's go time!" You became serious and determined as you started to sketch the white derby hat with spots of a dalmatian.

You shaded the spots and drew a bird feather of a mixed color of black and white on each half. You stared at the finished sketch of a derby hat with a dalmatian design.

"Of course, all fashion designers have a secret as always." You reminded yourself when your teacher told you about a secret that passed down to all fashion designers. "Oooh! I can't wait to show Mr. De Vil. I bet he'll love it!"

While you were gleeing in joy, Millie used her Iphone to take a picture of your sketch while zooming the camera closely. She took a picture of your finished sketch and quickly hid herself, making sure that you didn't notice her.

"I must show this to Ms. (R/n) right away." she whispered to herself as she started to leave.

As she was about to go to the exit, Cruelle watched Millie leave, still suspicious, and decided to follow Millie. Cruelle then found her meeting with a familiar girl.

"Is that Mr. (L/n)'s daughter?" He recognized (R/n) with blonde wavy hair and black eyes.

He listened in to the two girls' conversation while he was at the entrance of the museum.

"Hmm... Well, well. Not bad. This is perfect." said (R/n).

"You think you're going to make it, Ms. (L/n)?" asked Millie.

"And ruin these nails?" (R/n) showed her fingernails to Millie. "Of course not. Daddy will pay someone to do it."

(R/n) and Millie started to leave after they finished stealing your idea. Cruelle knew that somehow that (R/n) was up to no good as he inhaled his cigarette and puffed gray smoke.

"Stealing someone's idea? Well, that was very unacceptable." he said to himself as he couldn't believe that (R/n) stole your idea, with his help. He gave a frown as he watched the two girls leave.

After you finally got your idea, you quickly bought some supplies for you to make a black and white derby hat. You put your heart and soul on your work as you created a dalmation derby hat with spots as a design.

"Perfect." You whispered to yourself as you finally finished your masterpiece.

You couldn't wait as the day of the fashion competition was coming soon. The day of the fashion competition had arrived. You and Miranda went to the De Vil estate as you were holding a black and white box. You placed it on the table with a red cloth and gently opened the box, taking your masterpiece out. You placed your dalmation derby hat on the red cushion gently.

Miranda became astonished by your creative derby hat and said, "That was the best derby hat you ever made!"

"Thanks." You gave a smile. "Now let's see if (R/n) can beat this."

Miranda turned her head at (R/n) and only noticed something shocking.

"Uh-oh. (Y/n), you're not gonna believe this."

"What?" You looked at (R/n) and became shocked as you noticed the familiar derby hat same as mine. "Huh!?"

There was no doubt about it! (R/n)'s derby hat was white and had black spots made with fabric.

"That's impossible..." You felt your heart shattered into pieces as you didn't understand why she got that idea.

Maybe (R/n) already got that idea before you? You weren't sure that was true.

Then you saw Mr. De Vil and Principal Jacques arrived and they were judging the other students' derby hats. After they did, they went towards (R/n) and Millie while your rival introduced herself to Mr. De Vil, saying that her father was a president of the specific fashion company, partnered with Mr. De Vil's fashion company.

Then last, but not least, the two men went towards your derby hat, only to notice the same detail as (R/n)'s.

"What's this?!" shocked Jacques.

Mr. De Vil and Jacques looked back at (R/n)'s and yours, comparing the two derby hats. The two were actually identical.

"Am I seeing double? Can someone explain the meaning of this?!" Jacques demanded a reason why there were two exact same hats.

Then you heard (R/n) spoke to Principal Jacques as she claimed that you stole her idea and copied it. But you realized it was a lie and there was no way that you stole (R/n)'s "idea".

All the sudden, Principal Jacques somehow accepted (R/n)'s lie and declared (R/n)'s the winner.

"I believe that (R/n) is the winner of this fashion competition." the principal delcared.

However...

"I object."

The audience and the participants heard someone's objection and turned at Cruelle De Vil, much to their shock. The audience gasped as they couldn't believe that Cruelle De Vil objected that (R/n) wasn't declared as the winner.

"I don't think Ms. (R/n) (L/n) is the winner and I think we should give Ms. (L/n) a chance. By proving that her derby hat is her original design," suggested the fashion mogul. "Shall we give her a chance to prove it, Principal Jacques?"

Jacques became hesitant and reluctantly agreed with Cruelle.

"Very well. Ms. (L/n), give us your proof that this hat is your original design." He demanded you give proof.

You stared at Mr. De Vil as you couldn't believe that this man with black and white hair defended you as he believed you that you didn't stole (R/n)'s "idea". You became determined and you explained to everyone about your derby hat. You told everyone that the whole derby hat was handmade.

"Also, I was once told that every fashion designer has a secret. And I have one," You picked up your derby hat and flipped it upside-down, revealing your signature. "My signature."

(R/n) became shocked as she checked her derby hat upside-down and found your signature.

"Ms. (L/n)'s right!" cried Jacques as he couldn't believe that (R/n) stole your idea. "(R/n) (L/n), you are now disqualified!"

"What?!" (R/n) couldn't believe that she was disqualified for stealing your design.

"The true winner of this fashion competition is (Y/n) (L/n)! Congratulations, Ms. (L/n)." Principal Jacques congratulated you as he shook your hand with his.

After the contest, they received a party at the De Vil estate and the other students congratulated you and praised your skills. Miranda gave a pat as she said, "See, I told you so."

"I know." You replied as you felt great.

Then, suddenly a bulter came towards you and said that he was requested by Mr. De Vil to escort you to his office. You were now escorted to Mr. De Vil's office room of his mansion and you finally arrived. When you arrived, you noticed that there was Mr. De Vil inhaling his cigarette and puffing gray smoke. He noticed you finally came and smiled at you.

"Congratulations for winning the fashion contest, Ms. (L/n)." The fashion mogul congratulated you as he stood up from his chair.

"Thank you, Mr. De Vil. And thank you for giving me the chance to prove myself." You thanked Mr. De Vil twice. You began to wonder how did Mr. De Vil knew that (R/n) stole your idea and started to ask, "How did you know (R/n) stole my idea?"

"Well, a girl who's with her bumped into me when we were at the art museum. I noticed something suspicious, so I decided to follow that orange-haired girl to find out that Ms. (R/n) stole your idea." answered Cruelle, mentioning about visiting the art museum yesterday.

"Millie stole my idea for (R/n)?"

"Yes, I also heard that (R/n) didn't want to make her own design just because of her tiny fingernail."

You realized that (R/n) didn't use her own skills as a fashion designer during the fashion competition. You couldn't believe that your rich lazy rival didn't make her own, but nonetheless you won and you defeated her. You were grateful, thanks to Cruelle De Vil for helping you to prove yourself.

"Well, I'm glad you helped me back then. Thank you. I can't wait to see my designed hat worn by one of the models at your fashion show." You smiled at Mr. De Vil after you received help from him.

"And also, now that you're today's winner, you'll receive another reward." Cruelle walked towards you as he mentioned that to you.

To your confusion, you quickly replied, "Wait, I thought the reward is to have a designed derby hat be worn by one of the fashion models for your upcoming fashion show."

"Actually, you're given a reward from me, Ms (L/n)." He corrected you as he stood in front of you.

"From you, Mr. De Vil? What is it?" You asked as you didn't notice that Mr De Vil was going to give you a reward personally.

Cruelle didn't answer your question and grabbed your chin, making you to look at him. You met his icy-blue eyes with yours which were (e/c) and felt something unbelievable. You were being kissed by Cruelle De Vil, the fashion mogul! You weren't reciprocating the kiss but just staring at him as he kissed you. You couldn't believe that he was giving you a reward by kissing you, a student from the La Mode Academy. You felt his tongue slithering inside your mouth and you closed your eyes. During the kiss, you grabbed Cruelle's fur coat as you couldn't resist the sensation from his lips and tongue. And then, Cruelle released your lips and you started to breathe heavily from the kiss.

After you regained your breath, you shouted at Mr. De Vil, "You kissed me?! I can't believe you stole my first kiss!"

Cruelle chuckled as you couldn't believe what he did.

"Well, aren't you surprised?" he replied.

"But I don't understand. Why did you kiss me?"

"Because you're a very interesting girl, your designed hat is also interesting. You used spots which I always adore." Cruelle caressed your cheek with his red gloved hand. "You made me fall in love with you, Ms. (L/n)."

You couldn't believe that Mr. De Vil confessed his love for you. But you knew that from the start, Cruelle De Vil was older than you and yet he kissed you after you won the fashion competition.

"You're making a scandal, Mr. De Vil!" You exclaimed as you thought of a scandalous article called "Forbidden Love: Cruelle De Vil, fashion designer and mogul, falls in love with a female student from the La Mode Academy!".

Cruelle chuckled as he replied, "My darling, I love scandals."

He picked you up in his arms in bridal style and went towards the black and white loveseat. Then he gently laid you on the sofa and hovered his body over you.

"From now on, never tell anyone about your secret love with me. Understood, my love?" Cruelle asked as he wanted to make sure that you would become his secret lover.

You knew that Cruelle confessed his love to you and there's no turning back. You nodded to him and answered, "I promise, I won't tell anyone."

Cruelle gave you a grin and placed his lips on yours again. Receiving the second kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Despite that Cruelle's older than you, you finally accepted that you fell in love with him after he did everything for you.

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You were a student in twelfth grade of a fashion academy in London. You wanted to be a fashion designer when you were little. You liked to make clothes such as summer clothes or winter clothes. You're very, very, very creative on drawing clothes in your sketchbook. Your friend, Miranda, also supported you that you'll be a great fashion desinger someday.

Of course, there was one problem on becoming a fashion designer. Your rival (R/n) was a rich girl and a popular student at your school. You were jealous of her skills and you considered her as your rival. And what's worse, (R/n) mocked your taste of fashion! You don't want to lose to this spoiled rich snob and you don't care if you had a lack of taste in fashion. You swore that someday you'll prove yourself to (R/n) that you're the best future fashion designer in London.

After school, you decided to draw at an outdoor cafe. You sat down on the chair with your (favorite coffee) coffee you ordered. You tried to think what to draw.

"Hmm... What to draw, what to draw?" You asked to yourself as you don't know what to draw with a sigh of uncertainty. "Oh man, I can't believe I got myself an artist's block!"

You placed your head on the table as you started to get depressed.

"There's got to be something or someone for me to draw."

You sighed yet again until you noticed a person in front of your eyes.

"Huh?"

You saw a tall and handsome man with blue eyes and a two-colored hair: black and white on each side. He wore a suit that contained a white polo shirt with a black vest and black long pants. In addition to his attire, he wore a black necktie and red hand gloves. Over his suit was a thick white fur coat that extended to his calves that were covered in black pants. In perfection, his black leather shoes matched his whole outfit. He was holding a cigarette holder in his red gloved hand.

You went in a daze as you unconsciously stared at the man with a black and white hair on the other side of the street. He was sitting on the bench just now, taking a smoke.

"Who is he?" You thought, still staring at the mytersious man. "He's so handsome, I feel like I'm falling in love with him."

Suddenly, you quickly shook your head and realized something.

"Wait a minute. Actually... Never mind. There's no way I'm in love with him. I mean I bet he's older than me. But still, that man. Just maybe..." You stared at him again and realized that maybe you should draw him. "Maybe I should draw him. Yeah, I should."

You decided to draw the man you just saw as you picked up the pencil. You stared back at him a few times while you're drawing on your sketchbook. You carefully drew the appearance and the outfit he was wearing. As you drew him a couple minutes, you placed the pencil down and stared at the sketch you drew.

It was a sketch of that man in full appearance. He was holding a cigarette holder in his hand in that picture. It was a perfect sketch you'd ever drawn.

"Wow... I can't believe I drew that person I just saw." You muttered to yourself as you stared at your recent drawing.

Then, you turned around to see that man again, only to notice that he's already gone.

"He's gone," You gave yourself a sigh after you drew a picture of him. "I wonder who is he. I've never seen someone having two different colors of their hair."

You stared at your drawing of the man with black and white hair. You suddenly you found yourself blushing. You shook your head as you tried to refuse the fact.

"Aw, come on! There's no way I'm in love with that person!" You reminded yourself that you couldn't fall in love with an older man from your drawing.

After you finished drawing, you started to leave from the cafe and you went home.

That night, you were in your bedroom, talking with your friend Miranda on your web camera.

"So you were drawing something at the cafe, (Y/n)?" asked Miranda.

"Yeah. I was having a hard time. I had an artist's block." You explained about what happened after school.

"Ouch. Of course all fashion designers sometimes have that kind of issue." she stated, agreeing with you.

"But look on the bright side, at least I found someone to draw."

"Really? You did?" Miranda asked you in surprise.

"Yeah, it was the best drawing I ever sketched."

Miranda started to beg as she wanted you to show your sketch to her with a big smile.

"Let me see! I wanna see!" Your friend became so excited as she really wanted to see your recent sketch.

You brought your sketchbook out from your (color) schoolbag and opened the book to find the specific page.

"Ah, there it is. It's this one." You showed the sketch of the man with black and white hair wearing a fur coat.

"OMG, you're right! That's the best drawing I've ever... Huh?" Miranda suddenly stopped at her words as she stared at your drawing.

When you heard Miranada, you put down your drawing on your desk to find your friend's speechless look on your face.

"Miranda? What's wrong? You okay?" You asked as you became worried.

"(Y/n)."

"Yeah?"

"Do you know who's this person you just draw?" Miranda asked you about the sketch.

"No, I don't think I know who's this person. He's so handsome and he's older than me," You answered as you don't know who and explained about his appearance and age to Miranda. "His hair is so different, having two colors on each side."

Miranda shook her head in disbelief and started to talk to you about that person, "(Y/n). That sketch you just drew. That was unbelievable."

"I know, right?" You agreed with Miranda as you couldn't believe that you sketched a man with black and white hair.

"No, you just don't get it, (Y/n). You sketched... an infamous fashion mogul?! In the middle of the afternoon!" Miranda shouted in fear as she explained about your sketch.

You became confused as you didn't know that man you just saw this afternoon was actually a fashion mogul.

"Wait, what?"

"(Y/n), I can't believe you drew him without his permission!"

"Wait, hold on, Miranda. What do you mean 'without his persmission'?" You asked Miranda, raising your brow.

"Did you ask him if it's okay for you to sketch him?" she asked.

"Well, no. I just made a sketch of him because I thought he was a stranger." You answered, stating that you didn't ask his permission.

"Oh, that's not good. That's NOT good." Miranda became more worried after seeing the face of the fashion mogul.

"What's not good?"

Miranda took a deep breath and asked you about something, "(Y/n). What's your favorite song?"

You became surprised when you heard your friend asking you about your favorite song.

"Huh? I thought I told you already, Miranda. It's Cruelle De Vil." You reminded your friend that your favorite song was 'Cruelle De Vil'.

"You just sketched yourself Cruelle De Vil!" replied Miranda as she stated the man you drew was Cruelle De Vil.

All the sudden, your (e/c) eyes widned shock and extreme surprise as you heard Miranda claiming that you sketched a man named "Cruelle De Vil".

"Wait, his name was Cruelle De Vil!?" You asked as you stood up quickly, slamming your hands on your desk.

"Yep." Miranda answered positively, popping the 'p'.

"I thought that song was about a fictional character." You stated as you placed your hands on your head.

"Well, that guy you just sketched isn't fictional, I tell ya." Miranda replied, telling you about Cruelle De Vil.

"You said he's a fashion mogul, right, Miranda?" You asked her, making sure that Cruelle was a fashion mogul.

"Yep, everyone in London including me and my family are afraid of him just like the song."

You couldn't believe that you didn't realize that you were sketching Cruelle De Vil that afternoon. And in your mind, you almost fell in love with him, but you refused the fact that he's older than you! Also, he's infamous and everyone were afraid of him even your friend.

After your conversation with Miranda on the webcam, you decided to go to bed. But, once you're lying on the bed, you couldn't sleep. You didn't know that you're actually sketching Cruelle De Vil. You didn't know that man you just saw had that name you remembered; that very same name as your favorite song.

The next morning, you barely got your sleep while you arrived at school. Miranda noticed that you weren't entirely awake.

"(Y/n), you okay?" she asked, noticing your sleepy look.

"Kind of," You replied, giving a big yawn.

"Let me guess. It's about the De Vil sketch, right?" Miranda presumed the reason why you didn't get enough sleep.

"Yeah. I couldn't get that out from my freakin' head." You answered honestly as you rubbed your eye.

As you entered, you and Miranda heard the intercom, giving the today's announcement.

"Attention, students. Please be aware that we are having a fashion assembly after school today. Please, head to the auditorium after the last bell. Thank you."

"A fashion assembly, already?" You replied as you and Miranda looked at each other.

"I guess we should go there after school then." Miranda suggested after listening to the announcements.

"Yeah, good idea." You agreed as you two headed to your homeroom.

After school, you and Miranda were told to go to the auditorium for the assembly. As you sat down with Miranda, you also noticed (R/n) sitting with her friend, Millie, except the rich girl claimed that she's her assistant.

You glared at (R/n) and she gave you a smug smile, much to your displeasure. You tried to ignore her as you noticed your principal Jacque appeared on the stage.

"Students, I would like your attention, please," he said with an accent as he talked to the microphone, requesting their attention. Everyone stopped talking and paid attention to Jacque. "Merci. I would like to tell you all that we're having a special event."

The students became surprised as they whispered to each other about the special event Principal Jacque was talking about.

"But first, we have a special guest here in the La Mode Academy. I present you, Monsieur Cruelle De Vil!"

To your shock and surprise, you heard your principal introduced to that familiar name: Cruelle De Vil!

"What? He's here?" You asked in confusion as you couldn't believe that Cruelle De Vil was visiting to your school.

Then, a familiar man appeared before your eyes as you saw him walking on the stage after Jacque said his name.

"That's Cruelle De Vil?" You asked Miranda as you saw the same man from yesterday.

"In the flesh." Miranda replied, nodding to you.

Then, you noticed (R/n) squealed in joy upon seeing Cruelle De Vil.

"What's with (R/n)?" You asked Miranda after seeing your rival squealing like that.

"If you didn't notice, Cruelle De Vil is actually like her idol." Miranda explained to you about (R/n)'s reaction.

"What? He's (R/n)'s idol?" You replied questionably.

Miranda nodded in answer as you two listened to Jacques.

"The reason why Monsieur De Vil is here in our academy is because he's having a fashion show event coming soon." he explained. "So we're all having a fashion competition."

Everyone couldn't believe that they're having a fashion contest with Cruelle De Vil as the judge.

"We already chose what to make for this very contest." Jacques showed a powerpoint of a derby hat to all of you.

"A derby hat?" You stared at the picture itself.

"You must create your own derby hat within two weeks. This fashion contest will be taken place at Monsieur De Vil's mansion! He will also be the judge of this challenge. Whoever makes a perfect and creative derby hat wins!"

You became shocked that the fashion contest will be taken place at Cruelle De Vil's mansion. You also heard that after winning the contest, the specific derby hat would be worn by one of the fashion models at Cruelle De Vil's upcoming fashion show.

"You will receive his address if you sign up tomorrow lunch. That is all."

After the assembly, you went back home with a speechless look on your face. There would be a fashion competition hosted by your academy and judged by Cruelle De Vil. You didn't say a word the whole day until you went to bed.

The next day during lunch, you and Miranda went to the bulletin board to see who's participating the fashion competition. You noticed there weren't many students on the list as you noticed there were three or four names.

"Damn, really? I can't believe not all of them wanted to participate." You said to Miranda after checking the sign-up list.

"Well, true. Except you-know-who." Miranda pointed at the specific name to you.

You noticed there was (R/n)'s name on the top, much to your surprisingly shock.

"What?! (R/n)'s entering the fashion competition?!" You got your mouth gaping after seeing your snotty rival's name.

"Duh. Of course (R/n)'s entering the fashion competition. After all, Cruelle De Vil is the judge, remember?" replied Miranda as she already knew why (R/n) signed up for the fashion competition.

You realized that your rival might win the fashion comepititon if she showed her perfect skills as a fashion designer. After finding out that (R/n)'s participating, you took the pen and wrote your name on the sign-up sheet.

"That's it! I'm doing this! This is where I'm gonna show this high and mighty little rich girl my skills!" You exclaimed after you finished writing your name.

"That's the spirit! I'm rootin' for ya, (Y/n)!" Miranda cheered you on as she decided to support you at the fashion contest.

Then you two heard a laugh behind you and you noticed (R/n) and Ally.

"Well, well. So you're entering the fashion contest, huh?" said (R/n), noticing that you signed up.

"Yeah, you better believe it, (R/n), because you're going down!" You replied as you claimed that you will defeat (R/n) at the fashion contest.

(R/n) scoffed at you as if she didn't believe you.

"Well, we'll see about that. Once I show my special creative derby hat to Mr. De Vil, he'll make me a winner!" (R/n) claimed her future victory if she showed her creation to Cruelle De Vil.

"Oh yeah? I'll show him my special creative derby before you! That way he'll decide that I'm the winner!" You argued back as you claimed that you'll get your victory and (R/n)'ll get her defeat.

"As if. There's no way Mr. De Vil will be interested of your "special creative" derby hat. After all, like I said, you have a bad taste of fashion."

(R/n) laughed as she walked away from you and Miranda. Millie apologized by bowing to you and Miranda before catching up with her boss. You couldn't believe that your rival yet again mocked your taste of fashion as you glared with daggers at (R/n).

"Grr..." You growled as you tried to give (R/n) a knuckle-sandwich.

"Whoa, easy, tiger. Don't forget. You only got two weeks before the fashion competition," Miranda reminded you about the deadline. "I'm sure you got a cool derby hat you have in mind."

"Yeah, you're right, Miranda. But what should I make?" You became worried as you thought of your creative derby hat.

After school, when the last bell rang, all the students left even Miranda and you packed up your stuffs in your schoolbag. When you did so, you went outside of your school and you noticed two men in black appeared before you. They also wore black sunglasses.

You were startled by their appearances, realizing the two men were kind of tough-looking guys.

"Uh... May I help you?" You asked the two men in black suits.

"Are you Ms. (Y/n) (L/n)?" said the blonde man.

"Yes, that's me." You nodded as your answer.

"Then, please come with us, Ms. (L/n)." The brunet gestured you to get in the limousine.

"Huh?" You became confused of what's going on as you were taken by the two suspicious men in black.

You became worried as you wondered where were they taking you while you're riding on the limousine. After they took you after school, you arrived at the luxurious tall building. Your mouth was gaping as you stared at the tall building before you. You became surprised for the moment.

Then, the two men in black guided you to the top floor of the building and you walked down in the hallway, arriving at the double door. They opened the doors for you to enter and you arrived in a luxurious office.

"Wow..." You became amazed as you noticed how big this room was.

"He'll be seeing you after his meeting, Ms. (L/n)." the blonde man in black reminded you that someone would come here to meet you.

To your confusion, you tried asking them, "Wait! Who are you talking about? At least tell me what's going on."

However, the doors were closed as the two men in black were already left, much to your dismay. You huffed in disbelief as you didn't get some answers from the two guys clad in black.

"Great, they won't tell me what's going on."

You looked around as you started to look around while waiting for someone. You noticed there was a large red sofa and a black and white spotted coffee table. You walked towards an office desk and a red office chair.

"This is... unbelievable," You said to yourself. "I wonder who own this big office."

Then you found a stack of paper on the office desk and you picked them up in your hands. You noticed there were designs and you realized that someone drew them.

"Wow! Look at those clothes! They're amazing!" You complimented the designs as you looked at them one by one.

Also, all the women were all wearing black and red. After you finished staring at them, you stacked them up and placed them back at the table.

"I wonder who drew these amazing designs." You asked to yourself, wanting to know who.

Then suddenly, just when you asked, a voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"That would be me, darling."

You felt someone was behind you, much to your shock, when you heard a voice. You turned around to see the same man you met two days ago; yesterday and the day before yesterday. You became surprised and yet shocked upon meeting the black and white haired man wearing the same attire including the fur coat.

"Oh my god!" You thought to yourself as you couldn't believe that there in front of you was none other than Cruelle De Vil!

You tried to regain your composure as you tried to greet Mr. De Vil, but somehow you couldn't get your words from your mouth. Cruelle stared at you and gave a low chuckle which was very sinister.

"What's the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?" Cruelle asked you after noticing you couldn't say something to him.

You shook your head and replied, "N-No, Mr. De Vil. It's just... I didn't know that I was taken to meet you in person."

"Is that so? Then you should be grateful." he suggested, taking a smoke from his cigarette.

When he did so, he puffed out gray smoke. You started to realize why you were taken to his office by the two men in black after school. You wanted to know why Mr. De Vil wanted you to come here.

"Um, Mr. De Vil. Is there a specific reason why I'm here?" You asked curiously.

He looked back at you and gave a smirk as he answered, "Yes, there is. I know you're the one I saw the other day."

You became surprised as you somehow realized that Mr. De Vil already remembered your face.

"Y-You saw me the other day?" You asked him about that very day.

"Of course, I did, darling. You didn't expect that I didn't notice you drawing in the middle of day, did you?"

You realized that he somehow noticed you drawing a sketch of himself. You remembered your conversation with Miranda the other night.

"So you knew what was I drawing, Mr. De Vil?" You asked.

"Of course, I knew. You were sketching a picture of myself when you stared back at me a few times or so," he chuckled as he obviously answered your question.

"Just as I thought..." You thought to yourself as you felt butterflies inside your stomach.

"I would like to see your sketch, Ms. (L/n)." he requested you to show him a sketch of himself.

"O-Okay..." You took your sketchbook out from your bag and opened it.

You showed Mr. De Vil your recent sketch of himself when you two sat down on the chairs. You sat down on a heart-shaped chair while he sat on his office chair on the opposite. You placed your sketchbook on his desk and you sat still, waiting while Mr. De Vil was looking at your drawing.

"Oh, I'm very so nervous. I can't believe Mr. De Vil is staring at my sketch of himself! I hope I won't get a negative compliment." You thought to yourself as you felt sweating nervously.

You waited and waited for Mr. De Vil to finish staring at it. Then, he returned your sketch to you and gave you a smirk.

"You have a special potential, Ms. (L/n). Your skills are very..." Cruelle gave himself a pause until he said a specific word about your sketching skills, "unique."

"Unique? You think my skills of sketching are... unique?" You replied in question.

"Yes, my dear. To think a girl like you could draw a sketch so perfectly, I'm impressed." he stated as he gave an impressed grin at you.

"Why... Thank you, Mr. De Vil. I really appreciate." You gave thanks to Mr. De Vil as you kindly smiled at him.

The fashion mogul laid back and placed his hand under his chin as he stared at you. You somehow felt intimidated by the gaze from his icy-blue eyes.

"Is something the m-matter, Mr. De Vil?"

"You're participating the fashion competition for my fashion show, correct, Ms. (L/n)?" Cruelle asked.

You knew that Cruelle was there at the assembly yesterday and you nodded as you answered, "Oh yes, Mr. De Vil. I signed up today at lunch."

"Is that so? Then, I'll be looking forward to see your interesting design." Cruelle gave you an intrigued grin.

You nodded, agreeing with him and knowing that he'll be judging your design of the derby hat. After your strange unexpected visit to the infamous Cruelle De Vil, you were lying down on your bed and you stared at the ceiling.

"What a crazy day..." You muttered to yourself as you couldn't believe you met the infamous fashion mogul after school.

You grabbed your pillow and put it to your face, muffling your screams.

The next day, you tried to think of what kind of design for your derby hat. It's now Saturday and you were at the mall with Miranda, doing some window shoppings on clothes. Miranda was helping you to find an inspiration for the derby hat.

"Let's see. Maybe this one? No, that's not it. Oh! How about this one? Nah, never mind. That won't work." Miranda had a hard time while looking at the designs the manikins were wearing. "Which one is good for the derby hat, (Y/n)?"

Miranda noticed that you didn't answer her question and turned her head at you. You just stared at the window in a daze.

"(Y/n)?" she gave a shout, trying to wake you up. "(Y/n)!"

"Who? What? Where?" You returned to your senses as you realized that you were spacing out.

"(Y/n). You didn't ask me which design is the best for your derby hat."

"Which design?" You stared at the manikins' clothes. You realized that you somehow didn't listen to Miranda.

Miranda realized that something's bothering you and asked, "Are you okay, (Y/n)? It's like you were in la la land."

You realized that you were thinking of yesterday where you were taken to meet Cruelle De Vil, who knew that you're the one who sketched him.

"Well... I just had a crazy day yesterday, that's all." You explained.

"A crazy day? What happened?"

You and Miranda went to the food court and had lunch. You explained to your friend about what happened yesterday. You told her that you were taken to meet Cruelle De Vil at his office, much to Miranda's shock.

"OMG! Don't tell me you were in trouble just because you sketched him without permission?!" Miranda presumed after finding out.

"What? No, I wasn't. Mr. De Vil knew that I'm the one who sketched him and he praised my skills after seeing it," You gave an explanation of your visit to Cruelle De Vil. "Also, he said that he'll be looking forward on judging my derby hat."

"Wow... I can't believe the fashion mogul gave you a compliment about your skills of drawing and sketching."

"I wonder if Mr. De Vil will praise my skills as a fashion designer..." You became worried, wondering.

"Don't worry so much. I'm sure you'll win the competition. I know you can and I'm rootin' for ya." Miranda reassured you as she supported you on winning the competiton.

"Thanks, Miranda. Okay, let's go back to find some ideas!"

You and Miranda left the food court while you didn't notice that your rival and her personal assistant were spying on you two. (R/n) became enraged as she heard about your day from yesterday.

"(Y/n) (L/n) received a visit to the Cruelle De Vil yesterday after school?!" (R/n) couldn't believe that you were so lucky when Mr. De Vil sent his two bodyguards to come and get you after school. She pulled her hankerchief in rage and frustration.

"She sure is lucky, isn't it, Ms. (R/n)?" Millie implied, only to notice the glare from (R/n) and shrink back. "Sorry..."

"She thinks that Mr. De Vil might praise her skills as a fashion designer? Ugh, as if! There's no way I would let this newbie get away with this!" (R/n) grumbled in dismay as she became jealous of you.

"What should we do, Ms. (R/n)?" asked Millie.

"Millie, I want you to spy on (Y/n) and take her ideas if she finds one. Got it?"

Millie nodded as she was told to spy on you and steal your ideas for your creative derby. About twelve or thirteen days had passed and the deadline was coming soon. Right now you don't know what kind of design you should make. You were at the park and you had your sketchbook, sitting on the bench.

You took a sigh as you stared at the surroundings around you.

"I have to hurry and find the idea for the derby hat. If I don't, I'll lose and (R/n)'ll win." You groaned as you started to feel lost. "I think I'll call it a day for now..."

You stood up and walked away from the bench with your head down. After you left the park, you suddenly confronted a black and white car in front of you. You noticed there was a license plate, saying "DEV IL".

Then you heard the door opened and you became surprised when you saw Mr. De Vil driving his car.

"Mr. De Vil!" You were startled by his presence.

After meeting Mr. De Vil, the fashion mogul noticed your look on your face and asked you, "What is the matter, darling? You looked depressed."

"Well... Actually..." You decided to explain to Mr. De Vil that you didn't had any idea what kind of a design for the derby hat and you don't know what should you do.

"I see. You don't know what to do with your little creation?"

You nodded as you felt unsure. Cruelle gave a long moment of thought and then opened the door to the passenger seat for you.

"Come with me, darling. I think I can help you find some ideas." He gestured to come inside his car, much to your surprise.

You became unsure as you were invited by Mr. De Vil, a fashion designer and a mogul.

"I won't take a peek since I'm the judge for the La Mode fashion competition." He reassured you that he won't see your sketch of a derby hat.

"Okay..."

You rode Mr. De Vil's car and he took you somewhere that would help you find an idea. Millie, on the other side, was stalking you and noticed that her boss's idol took you in his car, much to her shock.

"Oh dear. I can't believe I have to follow (Y/n) with Mr. De Vil," Millie said to herself as she sighed in dismay. "At least, Ms. (R/n) isn't with me to see this. She'll be totally mad otherwise!"

Cruelle took you to the art museum and he showed you some paintings by a German artist named Lars. You looked around and realized those paintings had black spots on every canvas, surprised.

"They only show spots on every canvas!" You stated.

"Exactly." Cruelle replied. "To tell you the truth, darling, I actually adore spots."

"Really?" You turned your head to Mr. De Vil as you were astonished that he liked spots.

"Yes, I see everything when it comes to spots," he explained to you about spots.

"Like dalmatians?" You implied to Mr. De Vil about dogs as an example.

"Exactly."

You stared at the spots and somehow those two colors were the same as Mr. De Vil's hair color. Black and white. All the sudden, you received an imaginary light bulb, much to my surprise.

"That's it... That's it!" You beamed a smile as you finally found an idea to make a design for the derby hat. "Thank you, Mr. De Vil. I just finally found an idea!"

"My pleasure, my dear." Cruelle replied. "Now then, I'll leave you alone to make a sketch for your derby hat. I'll see you on the very important day, Ms. (L/n)."

"Thank you very much!" You bowed to him as respect when Mr. De Vil left.

When Cruelle left you, Millie suddenly bumped into him and stumbled backwards. The orange-haired girl regained her posture and became shocked upon seeing Cruelle De Vil.

"Oh my... So sorry!" She apologized as she bowed to him.

She walked past him after giving him an apology for bumping him. Mr. De Vil gave a suspicious look on his face as he stared back at Millie, who was heading towards the same room you were in. When you were now alone, you took your sketchbook and opened the clean blank page, holding with the pencil.

"Okay. It's go time!" You became serious and determined as you started to sketch the white derby hat with spots of a dalmatian.

You shaded the spots and drew a bird feather of a mixed color of black and white on each half. You stared at the finished sketch of a derby hat with a dalmatian design.

"Of course, all fashion designers have a secret as always." You reminded yourself when your teacher told you about a secret that passed down to all fashion designers. "Oooh! I can't wait to show Mr. De Vil. I bet he'll love it!"

While you were gleeing in joy, Millie used her Iphone to take a picture of your sketch while zooming the camera closely. She took a picture of your finished sketch and quickly hid herself, making sure that you didn't notice her.

"I must show this to Ms. (R/n) right away." she whispered to herself as she started to leave.

As she was about to go to the exit, Cruelle watched Millie leave, still suspicious, and decided to follow Millie. Cruelle then found her meeting with a familiar girl.

"Is that Mr. (L/n)'s daughter?" He recognized (R/n) with blonde wavy hair and black eyes.

He listened in to the two girls' conversation while he was at the entrance of the museum.

"Hmm... Well, well. Not bad. This is perfect." said (R/n).

"You think you're going to make it, Ms. (L/n)?" asked Millie.

"And ruin these nails?" (R/n) showed her fingernails to Millie. "Of course not. Daddy will pay someone to do it."

(R/n) and Millie started to leave after they finished stealing your idea. Cruelle knew that somehow that (R/n) was up to no good as he inhaled his cigarette and puffed gray smoke.

"Stealing someone's idea? Well, that was very unacceptable." he said to himself as he couldn't believe that (R/n) stole your idea, with his help. He gave a frown as he watched the two girls leave.

After you finally got your idea, you quickly bought some supplies for you to make a black and white derby hat. You put your heart and soul on your work as you created a dalmation derby hat with spots as a design.

"Perfect." You whispered to yourself as you finally finished your masterpiece.

You couldn't wait as the day of the fashion competition was coming soon. The day of the fashion competition had arrived. You and Miranda went to the De Vil estate as you were holding a black and white box. You placed it on the table with a red cloth and gently opened the box, taking your masterpiece out. You placed your dalmation derby hat on the red cushion gently.

Miranda became astonished by your creative derby hat and said, "That was the best derby hat you ever made!"

"Thanks." You gave a smile. "Now let's see if (R/n) can beat this."

Miranda turned her head at (R/n) and only noticed something shocking.

"Uh-oh. (Y/n), you're not gonna believe this."

"What?" You looked at (R/n) and became shocked as you noticed the familiar derby hat same as mine. "Huh!?"

There was no doubt about it! (R/n)'s derby hat was white and had black spots made with fabric.

"That's impossible..." You felt your heart shattered into pieces as you didn't understand why she got that idea.

Maybe (R/n) already got that idea before you? You weren't sure that was true.

Then you saw Mr. De Vil and Principal Jacques arrived and they were judging the other students' derby hats. After they did, they went towards (R/n) and Millie while your rival introduced herself to Mr. De Vil, saying that her father was a president of the specific fashion company, partnered with Mr. De Vil's fashion company.

Then last, but not least, the two men went towards your derby hat, only to notice the same detail as (R/n)'s.

"What's this?!" shocked Jacques.

Mr. De Vil and Jacques looked back at (R/n)'s and yours, comparing the two derby hats. The two were actually identical.

"Am I seeing double? Can someone explain the meaning of this?!" Jacques demanded a reason why there were two exact same hats.

Then you heard (R/n) spoke to Principal Jacques as she claimed that you stole her idea and copied it. But you realized it was a lie and there was no way that you stole (R/n)'s "idea".

All the sudden, Principal Jacques somehow accepted (R/n)'s lie and declared (R/n)'s the winner.

"I believe that (R/n) is the winner of this fashion competition." the principal delcared.

However...

"I object."

The audience and the participants heard someone's objection and turned at Cruelle De Vil, much to their shock. The audience gasped as they couldn't believe that Cruelle De Vil objected that (R/n) wasn't declared as the winner.

"I don't think Ms. (R/n) (L/n) is the winner and I think we should give Ms. (L/n) a chance. By proving that her derby hat is her original design," suggested the fashion mogul. "Shall we give her a chance to prove it, Principal Jacques?"

Jacques became hesitant and reluctantly agreed with Cruelle.

"Very well. Ms. (L/n), give us your proof that this hat is your original design." He demanded you give proof.

You stared at Mr. De Vil as you couldn't believe that this man with black and white hair defended you as he believed you that you didn't stole (R/n)'s "idea". You became determined and you explained to everyone about your derby hat. You told everyone that the whole derby hat was handmade.

"Also, I was once told that every fashion designer has a secret. And I have one," You picked up your derby hat and flipped it upside-down, revealing your signature. "My signature."

(R/n) became shocked as she checked her derby hat upside-down and found your signature.

"Ms. (L/n)'s right!" cried Jacques as he couldn't believe that (R/n) stole your idea. "(R/n) (L/n), you are now disqualified!"

"What?!" (R/n) couldn't believe that she was disqualified for stealing your design.

"The true winner of this fashion competition is (Y/n) (L/n)! Congratulations, Ms. (L/n)." Principal Jacques congratulated you as he shook your hand with his.

After the contest, they received a party at the De Vil estate and the other students congratulated you and praised your skills. Miranda gave a pat as she said, "See, I told you so."

"I know." You replied as you felt great.

Then, suddenly a bulter came towards you and said that he was requested by Mr. De Vil to escort you to his office. You were now escorted to Mr. De Vil's office room of his mansion and you finally arrived. When you arrived, you noticed that there was Mr. De Vil inhaling his cigarette and puffing gray smoke. He noticed you finally came and smiled at you.

"Congratulations for winning the fashion contest, Ms. (L/n)." The fashion mogul congratulated you as he stood up from his chair.

"Thank you, Mr. De Vil. And thank you for giving me the chance to prove myself." You thanked Mr. De Vil twice. You began to wonder how did Mr. De Vil knew that (R/n) stole your idea and started to ask, "How did you know (R/n) stole my idea?"

"Well, a girl who's with her bumped into me when we were at the art museum. I noticed something suspicious, so I decided to follow that orange-haired girl to find out that Ms. (R/n) stole your idea." answered Cruelle, mentioning about visiting the art museum yesterday.

"Millie stole my idea for (R/n)?"

"Yes, I also heard that (R/n) didn't want to make her own design just because of her tiny fingernail."

You realized that (R/n) didn't use her own skills as a fashion designer during the fashion competition. You couldn't believe that your rich lazy rival didn't make her own, but nonetheless you won and you defeated her. You were grateful, thanks to Cruelle De Vil for helping you to prove yourself.

"Well, I'm glad you helped me back then. Thank you. I can't wait to see my designed hat worn by one of the models at your fashion show." You smiled at Mr. De Vil after you received help from him.

"And also, now that you're today's winner, you'll receive another reward." Cruelle walked towards you as he mentioned that to you.

To your confusion, you quickly replied, "Wait, I thought the reward is to have a designed derby hat be worn by one of the fashion models for your upcoming fashion show."

"Actually, you're given a reward from me, Ms (L/n)." He corrected you as he stood in front of you.

"From you, Mr. De Vil? What is it?" You asked as you didn't notice that Mr De Vil was going to give you a reward personally.

Cruelle didn't answer your question and grabbed your chin, making you to look at him. You met his icy-blue eyes with yours which were (e/c) and felt something unbelievable. You were being kissed by Cruelle De Vil, the fashion mogul! You weren't reciprocating the kiss but just staring at him as he kissed you. You couldn't believe that he was giving you a reward by kissing you, a student from the La Mode Academy. You felt his tongue slithering inside your mouth and you closed your eyes. During the kiss, you grabbed Cruelle's fur coat as you couldn't resist the sensation from his lips and tongue. And then, Cruelle released your lips and you started to breathe heavily from the kiss.

After you regained your breath, you shouted at Mr. De Vil, "You kissed me?! I can't believe you stole my first kiss!"

Cruelle chuckled as you couldn't believe what he did.

"Well, aren't you surprised?" he replied.

"But I don't understand. Why did you kiss me?"

"Because you're a very interesting girl, your designed hat is also interesting. You used spots which I always adore." Cruelle caressed your cheek with his red gloved hand. "You made me fall in love with you, Ms. (L/n)."

You couldn't believe that Mr. De Vil confessed his love for you. But you knew that from the start, Cruelle De Vil was older than you and yet he kissed you after you won the fashion competition.

"You're making a scandal, Mr. De Vil!" You exclaimed as you thought of a scandalous article called "Forbidden Love: Cruelle De Vil, fashion designer and mogul, falls in love with a female student from the La Mode Academy!".

Cruelle chuckled as he replied, "My darling, I love scandals."

He picked you up in his arms in bridal style and went towards the black and white loveseat. Then he gently laid you on the sofa and hovered his body over you.

"From now on, never tell anyone about your secret love with me. Understood, my love?" Cruelle asked as he wanted to make sure that you would become his secret lover.

You knew that Cruelle confessed his love to you and there's no turning back. You nodded to him and answered, "I promise, I won't tell anyone."

Cruelle gave you a grin and placed his lips on yours again. Receiving the second kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Despite that Cruelle's older than you, you finally accepted that you fell in love with him after he did everything for you.