"You look perfect,"
I held down the first model, who was trembly slightly, my voice warm. My gaze flickered to the monitor showing the front row as I let go of the first model.
Mo Yich was there, an imposing figure. Beside him, Madam Mo and Mo Lili looked positively giddy with excitement. My heart warmed at the thought that they were here for me.
What I could not get was why Zhu Ri was here.
My gaze landed on the second row; I could just make out the pale, unsmiling face of Zhu Ri.
I scoffed. Not tonight, at least.
The low, resonant thrum of a single cello note cut through the polite murmuring of the crowd. The sleeping dragon gardens fell into a profound silence. The hundred red lanterns glowed like scattered rubies, casting a magical, ancient light on the runway that snaked between the tranquil koi ponds.
The MC introduced the night, and everything was going smoothly. I was mesmerized by the flow.
