Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. Oh well, I'll live.
A/N: This is only my second story. Tell me if you like or hate it.
Prologue
The murmur of the audience died down when the lights went out. A line of lights lit up the runway. A larger set of lights, shining from the ceiling, focused on the entrance to the runway.
The fast-paced music hummed in the background. An announcer took the microphone and introduced the line of clothing.
The leading model was a stunning brunette. This woman was clad in a pale blue two piece. It had a halter style top that was classy and didn't show too much. The bottom wasn't anything out of the ordinary but the sash covering it was exquisite. The article of clothing was finely embroidered and had an eccentric, but beautiful design.
When the model paused to pose at the end of the runway, she almost lost composure. Sitting in the furthest row in the back was her old school professors.
