One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 279

Audrey

Edwin and I emerged from the small room, his hand still resting protectively on my back. The hustle and bustle of last- minute preparations immediately hit us, assistants running back and forth, models being ushered into position, and the soft hum of the audience’s chatter drifting through the walls.

“I guess no one would have noticed our little tryst anyway,” Edwin mused under his breath with a smirk.

I glanced up at him, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. But a sound caused us both to whip our heads toward the dressing

area.

“Owww! My ankle!”

Exchanging worried glances, Edwin and I rushed toward the sound. A small group had gathered in a huddle near the back of the dressing area. In the center of the commotion was a young woman, one of the models, seated on a chair with her head in her hands. Her shoulders shook as she cried out.

I hurried over, Edwin following closely behind.

“What happened?” I asked, kneeling in front of the model. She looked up at me, her face pale, tears clinging to her lashes. “I–I twisted my ankle really bad,” she stammered, wincing as she shifted her foot slightly. “I was fine earlier, but it hurts to put any weight on it now…”

Someone behind her chimed in, “She tripped backstage. I thought she’d just shaken it off, but…”

I glanced down at her ankle, which was already beginning to swell slightly under the delicate straps of her shoe. The show was minutes from starting. Panic might have been setting in, but I couldn’t afford that luxury–not now.

I took a calming breath, tapping into that silver pool of energy inside of me. With a reassuring smile, I reached out to touch/ her ankle. “May I?” I asked.

She winced, flinching away.

“It’s alright,” I murmured. “I’ll help you.”

moment of hesitation, the model finally nodded and

touch her ankle.

of my healing power flow from my fingertips. It started off as a cool stream, like trickling water, but then turned

her muscles relaxing as the pain ebbed away. She let out a low breath

I whispered, pulling my hand

a look of surprise and

a smile breaking through. “Thank you, Luna. Really…

nodded, rising. “It’s what I’m here for. Now, get into place–you’re going

limp now gone. The relief from the surrounding crew was palpable, and I looked up at Edwin, I saw a look of pride in his

as

everyone,” the stage manager said, clapping her hands

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play, a hush fell over the audience. I slipped into

first

piece was a set made by Edwin, in his classic Brooks Designs style: a matching trousers and blazer set with an oversized, masculine

used to stitch everything together glimmered under the stage lights. Cameras flashed, the crowd

plunging neckline accentuated the model’s bust, the strappy heels and golden arm bands making her look as if she was bound by gold threads.

each model a vision of the countless hours, the intricate stitching, the late–night sketches, and the dreams the three of us had poured into this collection. My

as I watched, I felt a hand slip into mine. I glanced up, finding Edwin beside me, his gaze focused on the runway but his approval humming through the bond. My mother stood on my other side, wrapping her

awe, holding each other. Piece after piece walked the runway, and the audience’s murmurs of appreciation

then, finally, it was time for the

piece wasn’t too out there, too

nonsense.

onto the runway. I held my breath as she took her first step,

shown me, the flowers and birds and rays of sunlight. But there

of them coalescing into the train at the