Author's pov
"You'll present Pomegranate Dreams yourself. There's no better way," Max said, finally revealing his plan.
Aria went silent for a moment, processing what he'd just said.
[Walk the runway herself?]
"I've never walked a runway in my life, Max." Her voice was honest, direct. "But I've also never let anyone else fight my battles."
Max pressed forward. "Iris, no one understands Pomegranate Dreams better than you. No one knows your design vision like you do. You're not just perfect for this. You're the only one who can do it."
Aria's mind raced.
"This is crazy, Max," she said. But her voice was already changing.
The panic was turning into something else. Determination.
"Snap out of it! We don't have time to hesitate. We need to move now."Max grabbed her
