Gemotions

“This is your finest collection yet,” gushed the fashion editor. But for Anya, all the praise felt hollow. Just hours before the show, a friend had sent a message: a picture of her embroidered floral pattern, now adorning someone's calf. Anya found herself fixating on it, a stark reminder of the theft.

Her fingers fidgeted, the fabric of her skirt twisting in her grasp. The models' struts on the runway was a blur to her. The music pounded in her ears, each beat mirroring the frantic rhythm of her heart. The lights, the cameras, the buzz of excitement – it all felt overwhelming. She felt like she was drowning.

After the show, she slipped away unnoticed, seeking the solace of the quiet street outside.