Third person's POV
“You were incredible!” Raya gushed, her voice trembling with excitement. “Everyone’s talking about you — the audience, the investors, the press! You just made our show a success, you hear me? You!”
Liora laughed softly, the sound uneven, her breath still catching in her throat. “Don’t exaggerate,” she managed, though her hands betrayed her — trembling slightly when she lifted them.
Raya caught those hands at once, holding them between her own. “Oh, don’t you dare play modest,” she said firmly, eyes glistening. “You owned that runway, Liora. Completely. I saw them — every single person out there couldn’t look away. You did that.”
Her words should have felt comforting and should have made her feel excited. And yet… The excitement didn’t reach her chest. Becau
