OLIVIA
I clenched my fist. “I’m saying I could fall out there and ruin the show. These heels will break.”
He scoffed. “Or maybe you just don’t have what it takes to wear them.”
I froze. That line…I’d heard it before. From stylists, directors, and designers who never took blame when something went wrong. It was always the model’s fault. And in that moment, I knew Nico wasn’t going to budge.
He was like all the others. The ones who wouldn’t listen until someone got hurt and then acted shocked when it did.
I drew in a breath. “I want to speak to Dante about this.”
“He already opened the show,” he said flatly. “He walked with Caliste and he’s in his box now, watching the bid. He told me he wouldn’t come down here because he didn’t want to make you nervous.”
Then he crossed his arms and
