SPENCER HAYES'S POVI adjusted the delicate straps of Annika's gown, ensuring they lay perfectly on her shoulders. My hands moved with precision, a symphony of touches to bring out the best in my design."Relax, Annika," I whispered, soothing her nerves. "You're going to own that runway."Annika's gaze met mine in the mirror, her eyes sparkling with determination."Let's do this," she said, her voice steady. We were in the midst of rehearsals, fine-tuning every step, every gesture. The NYC Fashion Week show was just hours away.As Annika practiced her walk, I observed every detail - the sway of her hips, the tilt of her head."Shoulders back, Annika," I reminded her. "You're the star of the night."Annika laughed, her tension dissipating.Oliver Chase, my well-wisher and my boss. entered the rehearsal space, his eyes scanning the room."Spencer, how's our opener doing?" he asked, his voice expectant."Perfect," I replied, confidence in my tone.Annika's gaze locked onto Olive
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