He moved his head trying to hide it behind the person in front of him. He didn't want her to see him when she came out. He could feel the crowd holding their breaths before screaming the loudest they have throughout this entire show. He had felt it every other time he was here for her, cheering her on until she would look him in the eyes and wink. He knew she was visible now.
He took a peek and drew in his breath. She was as gorgeous as she had been 3 months ago. Mahogany colored tresses flowed down her back. Her skin glowed from the light. Her grey eyes searched the crowd, probably for him, but he didn't let himself be known. Dressed in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, a bra with sequences, high heels that wrapped up around her leg and golden feather wings that arched out from her back, she strutted down the runway looking effortlessly perfect. She stopped at the end of the runway, and flashed a smile, a smile he was all too familiar with. Puckering her lips, she blew a kiss to the crowd before turning around and swinging her hips back down the runway.
She was an excellent actress. Of course she was, after all, only 24, she had already won 2 Oscars and had been nominated 4 times. Her routine walk looked flawless to everyone except him. He noticed the pain behind her eyes. The way she had drew in a small breath when she realized she couldn't find him. The light tremble of her fingers when she blew her kiss. She was perfect to the outside world, with no flaws and no mistakes. She was perfect to him even after finding out everything about her - all her quirks and her nightmares.
The fact that he knew her so well was the only reason why he knew for sure that he had brutally crushed Anastasia Steele's heart after she had willingly given it to him, just like he had planned.