The day of the fashion show came fast. Models walked around racks of clothing. Some were getting dressed, while others were in hair and makeup. The building was sleek and modern with bright lights and hard lines. The walls were marble and white, while the flooring was a light slate. Sophia ran around dealing with the stylists and makeup artists that were busy working around the models. Alexandre stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her, rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger. Her voice brought him back to reality as she turned to him.
"Alex! What are you doing? You have to get into your next ensemble. Don't just stand around. Your father is going to kill me. So, help me God." Sophia knew of one way to get him moving and she used it. She pushed him by his che
