The Global Fashion Summit in Geneva was a spectacle of unparalleled opulence. Nestled against the backdrop of the snow-capped Swiss Alps, the grand Palais des Expositions had been transformed into a sprawling mecca of high fashion. Flashbulbs strobed constantly near the velvet ropes of the entrance,

The labyrinthine corridors beneath the Palais des Expositions were a stark contrast to the glittering opulence of the main hall. Here, exposed pipes lined the ceiling, and the air smelled faintly of ozone, hairspray, and industrial floor cleaner.

Serena Vance walked alongside Kaelen Cross, her ivo

The main hall of the Palais des Expositions was a sensory overload of flashing lights, thumping bass, and the suffocating tension of the global fashion elite. The runway, a massive stretch of polished black obsidian, reflected the blinding glare of the overhead spotlights.

Serena and Kaelen sat in