A few days later, I stand frozen, my gaze glued to the massive screen flickering with vibrant images.
The runway stretches out before me, untouched and awaiting the models' stride. The chairs are meticulously arranged, every detail is just as I have imagined.
But amidst this flawless setup, one thing remains achingly out of place—my heart.
My heart racing, I struggle to calm the swarm of butterflies in my stomach. Nerves have never gotten the better of me like this before.
Driven by anxiety, I obsessively review every detail, scouring each aspect of the program to guarantee a flawless execution.
I haven't crossed paths with Luca in a while, not since he's been wining and dining the crème de la crème of his guest list.
Meanwhile, I've been toiling behind the scenes, ensuring every
