The next day Valerie was invited all of a sudden, even though the invitation was unknown to her but then Laura persuaded her.
Valerie took her seat in the VIP section of the bustling studio, the spotlight from the grand stage above casting her in a soft, almost ethereal glow. The room was a swirl of movement, people rushing to and fro, preparations being made in anticipation of the extravagant fashion show that would soon unfold before her eyes. Yet, as she sat there, in the midst of it all, the world around her seemed to blur, as if she were floating in a place between reality and the shadows that Lucifer had left her to contend with.
Her thoughts kept drifting back to him—the suffocating weight of his words, the chilling promise that time was running out. A part of her wanted to scream
