Chapter 50 Fifty

• FLORA’S POV
• I paced the changing room, my nerves threatening to eat me alive. Alex and I had spent the entire previous day scrambling for a last-minute solution to my ruined design, and we had worked through the night to bring our ideas to life. Even though I wasn’t too confident in the outcome, that wasn’t my biggest concern right now.
• Alex had decided to drop a bomb on me at the crack of dawn: my main model had bailed. Completely blindsided, I had panicked, but Alex, in his usual calm and collected manner, brushed it off with a “No worries, you’ll walk the runway yourself.”