Brandon's POV
Something was wrong.
The thought had been sitting in the back of my mind since the moment Zoe—no, the person I thought was Zoe—stepped onto that runway.
I tried to ignore it.
God knew I tried.
But the more I watched her, the louder that voice became.
The competition was now in full swing.
Contestants from different schools and brands took turns walking the massive stage, each representing months of preparation and dreams that had brought them here.
The audience was eating it up.
Cheers erupted from every section.
Camera flashes burst endlessly.
The judges scribbled notes.
Sponsors whispered among themselves.
Yet somehow, through all the noise, my eyes kept finding her.
Every single time.
She was incredible.
Absolutely incredible.
The confidence.
The posture.
The control.
Every turn looked effortless.
Every step looked practiced to perfection.
She glided across the runway like she'd been born in heels.
Like she'd spent her entire life walking them.
