Zoe's POV
The venue looked nothing like the pictures online.
From the outside, the Royal Crescent Arena looked massive enough to swallow the whole of London. Giant LED banners wrapped around the glass structure, flashing logos of sponsors, designers, and performers participating in the London Annual Fashion Fest. Black SUVs lined the entrance. Cameramen stood outside behind barricades. Staff members rushed around with headsets pressed against their ears while security guards scanned badges at every checkpoint.
Everything screamed importance.
Pressure.
The kind that sat on your chest and reminded you that one wrong move could ruin everything.
I stepped out of Seth's car slowly, my heels touching the pavement as cold wind brushed past me. Models moved around in garment bags. Makeup artists hurried through the entrance carrying kits bigger than suitcases. Somewhere in the distance music blasted faintly from inside the arena.
"Wow," I breathed.
