The backstage of the L.D. Designs fashion show was buzzing with energy, models gliding past in custom pieces, stylists rushing to make last-minute adjustments, and Luna Wolfe at the center of it all, calm but sharp-eyed.
Her headset was clipped in, clipboard in hand as she directed the final line-up. "Jasmine, you're closing the show, make sure your walk is clean. Charlie, fix that hem, it's dragging."
This was her third major show of the year, and the pressure was intense. But Luna thrived in this space. She was in her element, focused, commanding, elegant in a sleek black fitted dress that fell mid-thigh and hugged her silhouette like it was designed for her alone.
And then came the whispering.
Heads turned at the entrance as murmurs swept across the audience outside and filtered backstage like a slow-building storm.
"Is that…?"
"Oh my god, that's Asher Reid!"
"He's even hotter in person.."
"They're together, right? Please tell me they're still together.."
