Time flew by, and with all the commotion from Iris Warner, the exhibition was about to begin.
Georgia Thorne checked the time. There was still a while before the runway show started.
When Georgia received the call from Iris Warner's assistant, she heard the person crying on the other end and had a bad feeling. She hurried back to the dressing room.
Crossing the main hall, she glanced around.
The guests had mostly arrived by now. 'If something goes wrong at this critical moment, Team Leader Shields will definitely lose his temper.'
And with that glance, Georgia spotted Elliot Sheridan shimmering in the crowd.
He was a luminous presence, impossible to overlook no matter where he was.
Elliot was always aloof and rarely smiled. He held a champagne flute, exchanging lukewarm words with people.
Mostly, it was others fawning over him while he listened expressionlessly.
