Serena Rosette
The day had finally arrived.
Weeks of relentless planning, sleepless nights, and endless revisions had all led to this moment. The grand hall was transformed into a breathtaking runway, adorned with shimmering lights, a stage that held the weight of every designer’s dream, and the glint of hope and ambition hanging in the air. Every detail had been checked and double-checked, from the lighting to the sound system, from the seating arrangements to the stage decor, yet anxiety still clawed at me, refusing to let go. If anything went wrong, it wouldn’t just be my failure—it would affect my university’s reputation and Mason’s company, which had placed its trust in this event.
I stood backstage, cue cards in my hand, scanning over them even though I knew every word by heart. M
