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Isabella sat in front of her vanity mirror, hands clasped tightly together in her lap. Her reflection stared back at her—perfect makeup, perfect hair, perfect dress—but her chest wouldn’t stop tightening.
It was going to be her first runway show. The dream she had trained for her whole life. Her father had even secured her a private dressing room. Everyone in the industry knew what that meant: no excuses, no room for failure.
Her stomach churned.
She had flown o ...
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