Vargas' name was like a pot boiling over. Slowly the temperature rose until with a bang it all boiled over. And the phenomenon started with a question.
There was no doubt about it, Amy Jones was one of the most dazzling on the red carpet that night. As a mere supporting role in the new blockbuster movie, Kiss, Kiss! Bang, Bang!, it surely would have been more appropriate for something a bit more subdued. But in show business, there is no subtlety.
There was one question every reporter asked that night, the question everyone was dying to know the answer to.
"Who made that dress?"
And the answer?
"Vargas."
At that moment, reporters, tabloid newscasters, editors, all around the world jumped up. Amy Jones, the Amy Jones was wearing an unheard of designer, and they were going to be the first to report it. The pot had boiled over, and everyone had to be the first to clean up the spill.
Lovino Vargas was nothing spectacular, as a man. He was short. Stocky. And it seemed he had only two emotions, professionally aloof, or pissed. But as a designer, as an artist, he was magnificent. His designs were daring, odd colors and textures, unheard of cuts and styles, they were formerly considered unprofessional. Vargas made them all the rage.
How had they not noticed Vargas before?