"Congratulations, Zara." A voice came from behind, halting the easy flow of conversation between Zara and Anne.
They both turned, curious, only to find a man with shoulder-length hair and gleaming eyes walking toward them. He didn't look familiar, definitely not one of the designers Zara had met.
'Who is he?' she wondered. 'And how did he know me?'
"Thank you," Zara replied warmly, though a flicker of confusion lingered in her gaze. "It means a lot that you noticed my work."
The man's lips curved into a smirk. "Not just me. A lot of people have noticed." He stretched his hand toward her. "Hi…I'm Shay Walsh."
The moment he uttered his name, the room collectively stopped breathing. Gasps rippled across the space. Heads snapped in their direction. Murmurs swelled like a sudden wave crashing over a quiet shore.
Zara froze, the name ringing in her ears. Shay Walsh? The Shay Walsh?
"Oh my God!" Bree inhaled sharply, her hand flying to her chest.
