Country: Aurivelle
City: Auremont
Alvara
The moment my model stepped onto the runway…
Everything inside me stilled.
I couldn’t see her anymore.
Only the sharp echo of her heels against the floor…
The slow rise of music…
The distant murmur of the audience.
And then…
Applause.
Soft at first.
Then building.
My breath caught.
That was for my design.
My fingers curled slightly at my sides.
“Alvara…” Isabella whispered beside me, barely containing her excitement.
I didn’t respond.
I couldn’t.
The second model was already moving.
I adjusted her sleeve quickly, my hands steadier now, more certain.
“Go,” I said under my breath.
She stepped out.
Again…
That sound.
That reaction.
Stronger this time.
Warmer.
Real.
Something shifted in my chest.
By the time the third mod
