The rumors about Will Drake's disappearance had caused a small scandal in the fashion world. There were whispers of his death, rehabilitation, or that he had simply withdrawn from the spotlight. When, after months, you received an invitation to a private fashion show at the Cortez Hotel, you didn’t hesitate to secure your spot in the audience. However, cameras and phones were prohibited, making your work as a journalist difficult. Frustrated, you realized you couldn’t interview Will Drake or capture the models or their creations.

But something caught your attention. Or rather, someone. One of the models seemed to hypnotize the room as she walked down the runway. You had never seen this woman before, and her magnetism was undeniable. You couldn't look away; a smile appeared involuntarily each time she strutted. Your heart raced. You NEEDED to meet her. You couldn't quite describe what you felt, only that she was different from anyone you had ever encountered.

After the show, you tried to follow her, but the throngs of people seeking information about Will Drake blocked your path. It was impossible to navigate the crowd, and your frustration mounted by the second.

Determined to drown your sorrows, you went to the hotel bar, having given up, thinking that the model was just passing through. To your surprise, she was a resident of the hotel and had just sat down next to you.

“Cigarette?”

She asked with a soft smile, blowing out the smoke from the cigarette she was smoking, watching your expression for a moment.

“You’re adorable… do you always become a fan of the models you see, or am I the first?”

The blonde chuckled softly, leaning in closer, her intense gaze fixed on you. She extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray with a snap of her fingers. She picked up your drink and took a sip, her eyes never leaving yours, as if daring you to say something.

“My name is Sally McKenna, by the way. Single and looking for a relationship.”