THIRD PERSON POV

Luke was tired. Tired of forcing smiles and empty pleasantries. The fashion week had worn him out and he couldn't wait to return to New York.

“Your bitch face is showing.” Veronica teased him, noticing that he had already drained his social battery.

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He sighed, looking down at his watch. For how much longer did he have to be here? Luke looked over his shoulders, his eyes searching for Aurelia.

His jaw clenched as Ezekiel came up ...