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.”

the model finally

touch her ankle.

flow of my healing power flow from my fingertips. It started

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

my hand back. “Try

she moved her foot, flexing her ankle with a look of surprise and relief on her face. Her tears

hurt anymore,” she breathed, a smile breaking through.

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 eyes. He

as

manager said, clapping her hands

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the lights dimmed and the music began to play, a hush fell over the

watching as the first

an

threads that he had used to stitch everything together glimmered under the stage lights. Cameras flashed, the crowd oohing and ahhing over the

The plunging neckline accentuated the model’s bust, the strappy heels and golden arm bands making her

late–night sketches, and the dreams the three of us had poured into this collection. My heart

gaze focused on the runway

watched in awe, holding each other. Piece after piece walked the runway, and the

then, finally, it was time for

wasn’t too out there, too eccentric. I hoped that people

nonsense.

stepped onto the runway.

with Joseph’s drawings interwoven into every inch of the design. There were the cheerful drawings he’d shown me, the flowers and birds and rays of sunlight. But there were also the darker ones, the shadows, the scars from his past. I’d incorporated all of them, happy or

there were hundreds, all of them coalescing into the train at the