Christine's P.O.V.
Serena's scolding snapped me to my feet, but pain shot through my ankle the moment I tried to put weight on it. I nearly fell again—until someone stepped onto the runway and caught me by the waist.
At first, I thought it was Darius who had rushed over in concern. However, the hands holding me were larger, warmer. They barely applied any pressure, yet my skin prickled, and my whole body shivered. No… it wasn't him. It couldn't be. My heart thudded wildly, pounding in my chest like a fangirl at her favorite concert.
I hadn't even turned my head when Elliot swept me into his arms.
I felt small and helpless. He moved down the runway with effortless grace, ignoring the stunned stares from everyone around us. He could've passed for one of the models—tall, refined, radiating masculine charm with that cool, sensual expression that made women sigh. Meanwhile, I—supposedly the model—looked like nothing more than a prop in his arms.
"Where's her dressing room?" he asked th
