Betty's POV

The night of the award event arrived. I was more nervous about the award than the runway. It still felt like a dream, and in my first year in public, I had gotten this privilege.

I was completely hyped by the event. I completely forgot about Ivan, although a small part of my mind always wandered to him.

I had arrived early at the event, which was held in the Louvre Museum, Paris. I was seated at the table with Elora. The main event had yet to start when the sudden commotion at ...