15: Something in the Air

Fenella’s POV Alan walked onto the main stage. He cleared his throat and suddenly put on a friendly smile. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "I deeply apologize for the inconvenience caused. Especially to Fenella, who has acted very professionally despite the unexpected changes during her performance. Applause for her." Alan's palms opened, gesturing for the audience to clap. I smiled with flushed cheeks. I clasped my hands in front of my chest, bowed briefly, and whispered my thanks to Alan and the audience. "We'll take a 15-minute break. After that, we can continue the show with the models who haven't walked yet. Thank you." Alan then walked off the stage. He approached me. "You're amazing, Fenella. I never expected you to have developed into such a professional model. You didn't even flinch when the music changed," Alan praised me. "Well, I guess hard work and experience have disciplined me." I smiled and shrugged. I tried to downplay it, of course. "Good." Alan smiled