The next three hours were filled with nothing but awe-inspiring beauty as the models glided gracefully across the stage.
Each step they took was in perfect harmony with the music that swelled and softened in rhythm with their movements.
The audience barely blinked, afraid they might miss even a fraction of the elegance unfolding before them. The atmosphere was a heady mix of perfume, expensive champagne, hushed whispers, and camera flashes. It was artistry in its rawest form, and for three hours, the room existed in another world.
Alisha's eyes followed every movement with unrelenting attention.
But while Alisha admired, Katherine's gaze never strayed from her. From the corner of her eye, Alisha could feel the daggered stares slicing toward her, but she refused to acknowledge them. She knew Katherine was glaring, but she was too engrossed in the stage to let pettiness steal her joy.
