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.”

hesitation, the model finally nodded

touch her ankle.

power flow from my fingertips. It started off as

seconds. I felt the tension in the model’s ankle release, her muscles relaxing

I whispered, pulling my hand back. “Try

with a look of surprise and relief on her face. Her tears

breathed, a smile breaking through. “Thank you,

I’m here for. Now, get

surrounding crew was palpable, and I looked up at Edwin,

as

said, clapping her

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began to play, a hush fell over

the first model

Brooks Designs style: a matching trousers and blazer set with an oversized, masculine fit. The shoulders draped easily over the model’s slender form,

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

stunning slip dress made by my mother in a warm gold tone. The plunging neckline accentuated the model’s bust, the strappy heels and golden arm

the intricate stitching, the late–night sketches, and the dreams the three of us had

into mine. I glanced up, finding Edwin beside me, his gaze focused on the runway but his approval humming through the bond. My

piece walked the runway, and the audience’s murmurs of appreciation grew louder, a few exclamations of awe reaching my ears as each

it was time for the final

wasn’t too out

nonsense.

stepped onto the runway. I held my breath as she took

shown me, the flowers and birds and rays of sunlight. But there were also the darker ones, the shadows, the

were hundreds, all of them coalescing into the

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