"You?!" Angie looked shocked. "You're not here to walk the runway?"
With a height and figure that were top-notch, and an aura no less impressive than Phoebe's, she thought he must have been one of the special guests Ivana had invited this time!
"Oh... I'm not a model." Lucas Walker shrugged, the corners of his lips curling into a light smile. "But... if another model leaves at the last minute, I don't mind stepping in to save the show."
Standing just beneath the lighting, his smile was dazzling to the point that Angie's heart started to race uncontrollably. She quickly averted her eyes.
"Then... then you can have a seat for now. I... I have some things to attend to, so please excuse me... Oh, by the way, you..."
"I brought my own water," Lucas Walker said, giving a slight wave of his hand. "Just go about your work, no need to entertain me."
"Alright then… as you… as you please!"
Angie tried her best to keep her tone steady, but inside, she had finally come to a realization.
