Backstage, the atmosphere was electric. Alexa leaned toward Jenna, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “You’re next,” she whispered, her voice almost trembling from the thrill. “This is your moment, Lil’ Jen.”
Jenna gave a faint nod, drawing in a deep breath as she felt the subtle vibrations of music coursing through the floor. The gentle beats echoed like a heartbeat, syncing with her own. Alexa gave her the signal as the lights dimmed further and the runway glowed a soft celestial blue.
Jenna stepped out.
The audience fell into a hush. The gown—white like moonlight with intricate sea-wave patterns sweeping over her shoulders—caught the light just right. Black pearls shimmered like stardust, tracing the curves of her deep neckline and flowing down her mermaid-tail silhouette. She glided
