Chasing Her

Chapter 4: The offer

♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡Alexander♡♡♡♡♡♡♥︎

I arrived at the venue, eager to witness Sylvia's elegance on the catwalk. Candice greeted me warmly, her smile radiant.

"Alexander, delighted you could join us. And thank you for sponsoring the event," she said, her voice dripping with sophistication.

"The pleasure's mine, Candice. Your events always showcase exceptional talent," I replied, my eyes scanning the room.

We exchanged pleasantries, discussing the fashion industry and its trends. Candice's wit and insight impressed me, as always.

As she took the stage to introduce the show, I settled into my seat, champagne glass in hand. The models began their strut, each showcasing stunning designs. But none captivated me until...

Sylvia.

Her raven-haired beauty glided across the catwalk, the black dress hugging her curves like a glove. My gaze locked onto hers, and I felt my composure slip. Those piercing green eyes seemed to hold a world of emotion, drawing me in.

I shifted in my seat, adjusting my tie, attempting to regain control. But my attention remained fixed on Sylvia.

Steph walked out next, her confidence and charm evident. Yet, my focus never wavered from Sylvia.

As the show concluded, Candice took the stage for her speech and my gaze went over to Sylvia. Our eyes met, and I sensed a spark of understanding.

Sylvia's gaze never faltered, her professionalism unwavering. Still, I detected a subtle flutter of her fingers on the hem of her dress, betraying her poise.

My heart pounded, its rhythm intense.

After Candice finished, I waited patiently for her to wrap up her conversations. Then, I approached her.

"Candice, I'd like to know more about the model who wore the black dress," I said, my voice low and measured. "Girl number six, I believe?"

Candice's eyes narrowed slightly, her curiosity piqued. "You mean Sylvia? Why the interest, Alexander?"

I smiled, my expression neutral. "I have a particular project in mind, and I think she might be a good fit. Her... unique presence caught my attention."

Candice's gaze lingered on mine, searching for underlying motives. "And what kind of project would this be?"

I chuckled, my tone light. "Just a business opportunity, Candice. Nothing that concerns you."

Candice's smile hinted at skepticism, but she nodded. "Very well. I'll introduce you. Steph, darling! Bring your friend over, please."

As Steph walked toward us, Sylvia by her side, my anticipation grew.

♡♡♡♥︎♡♡Sylvia ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my black dress for what felt like the hundredth time. Steph bustled around me, ensuring every hair was in place.

"You look stunning, Sylvia," she said, giving me a reassuring smile.

I took a deep breath, letting my nerves settle. This gig was important - a chance to showcase my skills and gain exposure.

As we made our way to the catwalk, the sounds of chatter and camera clicks filled the air. I spotted Candice, resplendent in her designer gown, chatting with a group of attendees.

Steph gave me a gentle nudge. "You got this, girl. Own that runway."

I nodded, my focus sharpening. The music began, and I stepped onto the catwalk, confidence coursing through my veins.