NATH
The moment we step onto the stage, I feel that something is wrong. Winter's eyes keep drifting. Not toward the crowd, not toward her feet—toward them. Mike and Olivia.
Every time she looks, her smile fades a little more, and it makes me wonder. Is she remembering something? Is Mike still tugging at her from somewhere deep inside? Or is it simpler—that she's hurting because they look so damned polished compared to us?
Either way, I hate it.
When she suddenly bolts, I freeze for half a beat. Part of me wants to stay, to watch the other couples and see what tricks they've got. But the image of her watery eyes won't leave me. So I go after her.
Back in the room, her portfolio lies open on the table.
I should look away. I don't.
And God, it floors me. The designs are
