One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 125 Audrey

my handiwork. I slipped the last button into place and stepped back from the model to admire

The outfit was perfect, exactly what I had envisioned; every detail was a tiny tribute to my friends-the vibrant color reminiscent of Betty's love for vintage fashion, the red beadwork inspired by Tina's red hair, the sturdy stitching similar to Gavin's dependable nature, and of course, the silhouette inspired by Avis's signature tailoring style.

"Your model looks great, Audrey, one of the designers, Hanna, said as she approached, eyeing the piece up and down "We've still got fifteen minutes before it's showtime. Feel free to do whatever you'd like while you wait."

Nodding, I turned my attention away from the buzzing backstage area, needing a few moments of fresh air. My nerves were getting to me; tonight was the night. I had been working on this piece almost all summer, and now it would be walking the runway.

It wasn't just a school fashion show or a competition. It was Paris Fashion Week.

Needless to say, I was one big bundle of nerves.

Shipping out from the backstage area, I wandered through the fashion hall, breathing deeply. The attendees were all impeccably dressed themselves, all werewolves in the latest fashions; not a single human amongst them.

Well that was a lie. There were humans here, but.. They were all employees. None in actual attendance of the show.

I made my way to the buffet, grabbing a cup of iced tea and a large lemon cookie. I munched on the sweet treat as I looked around at the vibrant outfits and accessories milling about.

For the most part, I was invisible here due to my status. Little did they know that one of my pieces would be walking the

runway.

But I didn't mind being invisible; it gave me the opportunity to really, look, to people watch, to-

Maybe I wasn't people-watching hard enough, because I didn't see the tall werewolf man in an expensive suit storm up to me until he was already shoving his empty glass and a crumpled napkin into my free hand.

"Here, human. Take care of this," he grunted, already turning away.

My cheeks flushed with indignation. Without thinking, I shoved the trash back at him, some of the leftover liquid sloshing onto the front of his suit.

"I'm not a s**t,” I snapped, pointing at a nearby trash can. "Throw it away yourself."

man's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed dangerously as he stared down at the damp spot on his suit. He leaned in close, his fangs flashing as he snarled, "This is

shot out, gripping my arm painfully. I winced, fear

my waist from behind, and a deep voice rumbled, "Ah, there you are. I've been looking all over for you, my

again, this time in recognition and fear. He quickly released

to face my rescuer. Even with the mask and hat obscuring most of his features, I would

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swallowed hard. "L. I have to

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away from my waist, leaving me feeling oddly bereft. "Good luck," he murmured, already slipping back into the crowd. I watched him go, my skin still

there for a moment, stunned. Had that really happened? Or had I imagined the whole

it nearly two months. I knew he was only saying it to drive

I hurried backstage, where I was immediately thrust out of my thoughts

a voice called out, sending a fresh wave of butterflies

strutted down the runway. The audience murmured and gasped with each piece, cameras flashing constantly. And then, finally,

beautifully. The

swelled in

a smile and a clap on

hard. They

final walk, all the designers were called to the runway for a bow. As I stepped out into the bright lights, I felt

me, and I felt like a star. In that moment, it didn't matter that I was human. I was a designer, and I

excitement. They were already discussing going out for drinks, talking about staying

them, I hesitated. Part of me wanted to go, to bask in the glow of our success. But another part of me needed some time alone to process everything that had happened. And maybe a smaller, more hopeful part

would be doing my own thing tonight, and I slipped away, making my way through the

stopped by a small patisserie down the street, picking up a chocolate eclair and a bottle of wine. The city was still very much alive despite the late hour, the cobblestones bustling with people. People stayed out later here than where I was from, and I was glad for it. If anything, the noise and hubbub served as a pleasant backdrop to my