Country: Aurivelle
City: Auremont
Alvara
I had spent days thinking about this day long before it even arrived.
The senior designers before us had made it look effortless in their first runway shows…how they moved through the gallery, how they carried themselves, how they even seemed to anticipate every glance of the audience.
I wasn’t sure we’d ever reach that level, not yet.
But today, at least, I would see it all from above, get a real sense of the spectacle we had stepped into.
Isabella was already tugging me along as we approached the gallery entrance, her energy almost bouncing off the walls.
“Come on, slowpoke. We’re missing the opening act,” she chided, a smirk playing on her lips.
I rolled my eyes but followed, letting her drag me toward our seats.
They had reserved a
