Chapter -23
The grand ballroom of the Royal Lancaster London buzzed with anticipation. This was Aaira’s biggest event yet. For weeks, she had barely slept, barely eaten, throwing herself into every last detail — from the design of the stage to the lighting angles, to ensuring every celebrity judge had their preferred food, security clearance, and perfect green room arrangement. Tonight was the Sterling Fashion Gala 2025 — a glittering event that London’s fashion elite had been waiting for all year. And Aaira? She was running the whole show. “Sound check, done. Lighting check, done,” Aaira murmured into her earpiece, tapping her tablet with quick precision. Her black pantsuit was sharp; her hair tied back into a sleek ponytail. The walkie-talky clipped to her waist buzzed, and she pressed it. “Tea
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