Victoriå
My heart raced in my chest as I knew I was next to step out. From here I could see all of the flashing lights from the cameras outside and my anxiety level was on one hundred.
"Troisième!"
This was it. The moment of truth. All those years of pretending were finally over and now this was the real thing.
Fabio motioned for me to go and I did, walking past him and around the corner. I kept my eyes forward as I walked down the runway and even though I looked unbothered, I was almost positive that my heart would give out at any given second.
I spotted my friends sitting in the large crowd as I walked, the wind blowing my hair backward as I moved forward and Milo clapped proudly.
I started enjoying this more as soon as I got accustomed to the blinding flash of the camera lights.
