Natalia
The venue for the charity fashion show was busier than I’d expected. Staff members were rushing around adjusting lighting, caterers were setting up tables and chairs, and models were practicing their walks on the runway that had been set up in the center of the ballroom. The whole place was buzzing with activity.
I was checking over tomorrow’s schedule on my phone when one of the event coordinators approached me with a small folded piece of paper.
“This was left for you at the front desk,” she said, already hurrying away to deal with something else.
The note was written in neat handwriting I didn’t recognize: “Dressing Room 3. Final fitting adjustments needed.”
That was odd. All the fittings were finished yesterday, but maybe something had come up with one of the outfits.
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