Harley got what she wanted—the show was an absolute success.
But the price she had to pay was being hounded by the media.
She couldn’t get away even as she escaped backstage.
Journalists and fashion bloggers armed with press passes bombarded her with questions.
Most were about the clothes, but there were plenty about Darya.
‘Miss Stevens, who was the last model? Is she new?’
‘Why did you pick her as the headliner?’
‘I’ve never seen her at other shows before. Is she a professional model?’
‘What’s her name?’
A guy with a Nikon camera shouted, ‘What’s her number?’
The crowd laughed.
Harley sighed.
She turned to them. ‘Just give me a minute.’
She knocked on the last dressing room.
Darya and Bianca came out, still in their catwalk outfits.
Harley s
