DANTE
I planned this night down to the smallest detail. From the lighting along the runway to the final beat of the soundtrack, everything had been checked repeatedly. Every moment, every step, and every look….it all had to be perfect.
Months of preparation had led to this moment. Two gowns were the centerpiece: one to open the show, the other to close it. Olivia was wearing the final dress, and I knew that when she walked, everything: the night, the spectacle, and the applause would align perfectly.
I sat in my box, near the edge of the stage, my gaze fixed on her as she stepped forward. Her skin shimmered under the lights, and the gown flowed around her like it had been made for her alone. It was magnificent, every bit as I had envisioned.
And yet… something was wrong. Her shoulders
