CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE – THE FIRST SHOW

Backstage, the air crackled with a nervous energy that mirrored the frantic activity. The models, a kaleidoscope of vibrant personalities clad in Fenrir's bold designs, flitted from hairstylists to makeup artists, their excitement a palpable force. Karina, however, remained strangely detached. The fight with John still resonated deep within her, leaving a hollow ache in her chest that no amount of pre-show jitters could fully mask. His absence, a self-imposed space they'd agreed on, felt like a gaping hole in their partnership. She understood his concerns, the need for practicality in a world obsessed with profits. But she couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't fully grasp the essence of Fenrir – the raw, untamed spirit that refused to be tamed. A knock on the door startled her from her reverie. Sarah, her fellow entrepreneur friend, peeked in, her eyes wide with excitement. "Ready for your moment, Karina?" she said, her voice buzzing with infectious energy. Karina offered a