Zoe's POV
Was this really happening? My first time at a weekly showcase.
The closest I'd ever come to practical modeling was that class project back at school—a modest audience, a makeshift runway, and a scattering of half-hearted claps from students who were far more interested in gossip than in the awkward way we strutted across the floor. Even then, I'd nearly peed my pants from nerves. But today? Today was different. This was the real deal. I could feel it in the air, in the invisible weight pressing on my shoulders, in the anticipation thrumming through my chest like a swarm of caged butterflies.
"By the way," the woman I was following suddenly turned and spoke, her stride as purposeful as her voice, "you can call me Blake."
