*Lexie’s POV*

Natasha's voice is firm as she shares her decision. "I have to go back, if I really want this fashion show to happen, that is..."

"Of course, Tasha," I say, trying to hide the worry in my voice. "You've worked so hard for this. You're going to be amazing."

"Thanks, Lex," she replies with a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "We will see… if I can handle the pressure."

"Hey," I reassure her, touching her arm ...