This story is told from Cruella's perspective.🧙‍♀🪄#movie #edit #film

[0:00]I bought an entire box of golden beads that looked like pearls, then sewed them into my design one by one. The next day, when that gorgeous dress appeared, everyone was stunned. Even my boss top designer Clara was no exception. Her greedy stare told me she'd definitely claim that dress as her own. But that was exactly my plan, because hidden in that dress was a secret only I knew. That night at the new collection launch, a motorcycle roared up the red carpet. As the smoke cleared, I emerged transformed as "Cruella". The black and gold battle outfit instantly caught everyone's attention. I completely stole Clara's spotlight. Suddenly, the lights went out, and my name lit up the building's wall, Cruella. The crowd gasped as I turned and walked away with style. That night, my name became fashion's hottest legend. A few days later, at London's grand event, I made another entrance. Clara was trapped in her car before she could even get out, while I draped a royal gown decorated with black and red roses all over her vehicle. Every media spotlight turned to me. The next day, all the newspapers were talking about just one name: Cruella. Clara wouldn't give up. Of course, she ordered her team to investigate me thoroughly. But she didn't know I was "Luna" right under her nose. At the company, I kept up my disguise while secretly plotting. When she questioned why I was hiding my talent, I smiled coolly: "It's just a hobby." She sneered back, "Your time, your designs, your soul, they all belong to me." In that moment, I knew she'd never let me go. At the next week's fashion show, she took the stage wearing my design. But suddenly, a garbage truck crashed into the venue. When the truck opened, tons of clothing poured out, and I emerged in a brand new look. The crowd was speechless until the truck slowly drove away. That's when they realized it was a fifteen-meter-long dress. I stood on the train laughing as camera flashes went crazy. The fashion show organizers were shaking with rage. Soon, Clara's sales plummeted. She wanted to send me to prison but couldn't find any evidence. So she went all in, putting everything on the line for the annual top fashion show. She was convinced her golden gown would restore her glory. But she didn't know that was my trump card. My accomplices deliberately left signs of a break-in, tricking her into locking all the gowns in the vault. When exhibition day arrived and the vault door opened, countless insects came swarming out. The crowd screamed and scattered as Clara's most precious gowns were completely destroyed in the chaos. Those golden beads she thought were so glamorous? They were actually my specially made moth eggs. When the clothes were locked in the safe, the temperature and time were perfect for hatching countless moths. They broke free from their cocoons and destroyed everything. This was my final strike. I personally destroyed her glory. From that moment on, Cruella's name became a truly unshakeable fashion legend.