Zoe's POV
The noise backstage was becoming unbearable. Everywhere I turned, someone was talking. Designers shouted instructions. Stylists ran around with pins between their lips. Camera flashes went off. Music checks echoed. Sponsors and reporters were everywhere. The entire venue felt alive in the most chaotic way possible.
And right in the middle of it all stood Bob, still talking, still hyping me up as if my entire life had already been written in gold. "I'm telling you, Chloe, tomorrow changes everything," he said excitedly, one hand moving dramatically while the other held his phone. "Do you understand what kind of exposure this is? London Fashion Fest is huge. HUGE."
