Applause rippled the air like waves buffeting a shoreline, and through it all, the sea of voices hummed like white noise. Deluna had done this enough times that it lacked glamour and awe. She simply made certain the models moved in smooth precision, the procession a well-oiled machine. She was filling in at this show. She'd come as a buyer, not a dresser and stage manager. But, it gave her a unique view of the collection, and she'd found clothing for the photo-shoot she'd been lucky enough to land. An icy tingle shot up her spine, and she turned from the models, searching for the source of her unease it didn't take more than half a minute to lock gazes with the most stunning man she'd ever seen. He stood over six feet tall, had dark brown hair, and sculpted features that were the stuff of sighs and dreams. At the moment, he watched her, occasionally glancing at the runway. But there was a marked lack of real interest in his expression as models paraded past; if anything, he looked bored and restless.
