Serena's POV
I arrived at the Fashion Week venue early the next morning, the buzz of anticipation already thick in the air.
Ivy was already there, immersed in final preparations with the models. I watched her from the corner of the hallway, impressed by her meticulous attention to detail as she adjusted accessories and gave last-minute instructions.
I chose not to interrupt her flow, instead hanging back to confer with my assistant about the day's schedule. As we were discussing the post-show interviews, Matthews appeared, striding purposefully down the corridor before pushing open the door to the models' dressing room.
"Ivy," his voice carried into the hallway, commanding and sharp. "How are the preparations coming along?"
I edged closer, curious about their interaction.
