My nerves were shattered, not even the good attention from the stylists managed to relax me behind the scenes, not even if they added a relaxing massage, nothing could keep me calm for more than three seconds.
The last day of fashion week arrived, and we were just minutes away from starting the final runway show. Of course, I would make an appearance on the catwalk alongside my father, but that wasn't what had me on edge. It was what I had prepared for the end of the show. I prayed that everything would go very well for me because there were three people, and perhaps more, who would have three heart attacks.
The whole afternoon was hectic. Everyone was nervous and anxious because everything had to go perfectly. The models were more than excited, and some still needed to finish fixing the
