Brandon's POV
The stage lights burned hot against my skin. Even during rehearsals, the energy inside the grand arena felt unreal. Massive screens stretched across the ceiling, rotating visuals of the London Fashion Fest logo in gold and silver, while stagehands moved frantically beneath them. Technicians adjusted cables, and camera crews rolled equipment across the polished floors. Music pulsed faintly through hidden speakers as models, designers, stylists, journalists, and performers occupied every inch of the venue, creating an organized chaos.
And somehow, out of everything happening around me, I only noticed her.
Zoe.
My eyes found her instantly the moment she stepped onto the runway floor. She walked in beside Ashley, her red hair spilling down her shoulders in soft waves while assistants swarmed around them, adjusting fabrics and pinning pieces. The lights reflected against her skin, catching the tiny freckles scattered across her cheeks.
God.
She looked beautiful.
