CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE – A NEW DRESS TO GO

As the show progressed, Jasmine found herself getting lost in the spectacle, her initial nervousness melting away. She leaned over to Claire at one point, her eyes shining with wonder. "This is incredible! I can see why Tommy Oliver is so celebrated." Claire beamed, clearly pleased that Jasmine was enjoying herself. Then, during the finale, as the models took their final strut down the runway, a hush fell over the crowd once more. A tall, impeccably dressed figure emerged from the wings, striding confidently toward the center of the catwalk. "That's him," Claire whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "Tommy Oliver himself." Jasmine watched, transfixed, as the legendary designer basked in the adulation of the crowd. He was a striking figure, with chiseled features and an air of effortless charisma. As the applause swelled, Tommy's gaze swept over the front row, and his eyes locked with Jasmine's. For a brief moment, it felt like the entire world had narrowed to just the two of them.