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... ague. "There’s a lot of buzz about a mystery guest tonight. Do you know anything?"

Her colleague shook his head, but his curiosity was piqued. "No clue. But if they’re saving the reveal for later, it must be someone big."

As another model strode confidently down the runway, draped in a breathtaking beaded gown, the audience marveled at the craftsmanship on display. But behind the appreciation, a lingering sense of anticipation grew.

Something—or someone—was about to steal ...

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