Avery’s POVThe day had finally arrived.My spring collection. Rushed and chaotic but it was here.I’d barely slept. I got up early, trying to make other arrangements through the phone. My hands shook as I dressed up that morning.I arrived at the venue before dawn. The city hadn’t woken yet. The streets were empty and the sky was still dark. But at the venue entrance, the press were already filing in. Cameras flashed as I arrived, voices calling out questions I ignored, but I could already feel it, the pressure was building before the show even began.I made my way to the back stage first. It was chaos. Models were being prepped, photographers setting up. Hair and makeup stations lined one wall. Design racks on the other side. waiting. Each piece exactly as I’d envisioned it, better even. Colors that caught the light, the textures that begged to be touched. My team moved efficiently, double-checking every detail. Hemlines, accessories, running orders. Everything had led to this
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