Get Aton’s Phone

VIVIENNE TOOK A deep breath as she stepped up to the microphone at the edge of the stage. The event finally began and the room quieted down as she looked out at the audience. She smiled, glancing briefly at her collection, all ready to debut.

“Good evening, everyone,” she began. “Thank you for being here tonight. I am thrilled to introduce my newest line—a line dedicated to the beauty of simplicity and elegance.”

Her words were simple, just as she’d practiced, but they held pride. After a few more words of introduction, she stepped back, and the models began to walk the runway, showcasing each design she had poured her heart into.

As the show went on, Vivienne watched each model glide down the runway in her creations. Everything was going smoothly, just as she’d hoped. She allowed herself a moment to relax, feeling at ease now that her designs were finally being showcased.

But then, her eyes wandered to the VIP seats, searching for Aton. She scanned the rows quickly, but he was nowh