Breed Me Cursed Alpha (Lyra and Ronan) novel Chapter 18

All Eyes on H.J.

3RD POV:

The show continued. Each model wore a piece more breathtaking than the last with the clean lines, daring cuts, colors that seemed to move as though alive under the lights. It was a piece of art stitched into fabric.

Whispers surged through the audience. Names floated new designer, anonymous genius, whispers of an international debut. Even the usually quiet Cece Ferris leaned forward, her pen scribbling furiously across her notepad.

“Who is it?” Mrs. Jones murmured under her breath, leaning forward, almost out of her seat. She tried to listen to other people’s conversation to get a name,

Janet frowned, clapping politely with forced enthusiasm. “It can’t be someone new. No one bursts onto the scene like this. Not without a name backing them.”

And then came the final collection.

The lights dimmed again, this time shifting into a soft amber glow. A model walked out carrying a gown the color of violet melting into navy, layered chiffon drifting like smoke. The fabric swirled in perfect rhythm to the music, and the entire room gasped in reverence.

The crowd was surprised and applauded when the models paused for something unusual, breaking into a dance as an upbeat music began playing and they stripped out of the gorgeous gowns they had on and everyone marveled at the beautiful other dresses they had underneath.

“This is creativity at it’s peak.” D’Mangelo exclaimed as they applauded.

Janet clapped with mechanical rhythm, looking around her searching as though she was looking for someone.

The music stopped. Silence thickened, almost unbearable. “The reveal is here.” A reporter stated getting ready to take pictures of the designer hastily before the others did.

A voice echoed from the speakers: calm, steady, layered with a quiet strength that hushed even the restless press photographers.

“Ladies and gentlemen…thank you for being here tonight. You’ve just witnessed the collection of H.J. Designs.” Each model came after the other,

From behind the curtain, she emerged. The Hannah Jones!

The audience rose almost instantly, a wave of applause surging like thunder. Cameras flashed so brightly the stage seemed bathed in lightning.

Mrs. Jones’s hand flew to her mouth. Her chest rose and fell as though she were drowning in disbelief. “No… no, that’s not possible.”

Janet froze. Her hands trembled against her lap, her painted lips parted in shock. “It can’t be her. It…no. She’s gone. She left. She wouldn’t-”

But there Hannah was, with a bright smile on her face,

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Clad in a simple black satin gown, tailored yet effortless, she walked the runway with the quiet authority of a woman who no longer sought approval. Her chin lifted, her eyes scanning the sea of faces without falter.

The room shook with applause. Cece Ferris stood, scribbling one last note before tossing her pen aside and clapping with abandon. D’ Mangelo leaned forward, whispering to Mrs. Martinez, who now had the faintest of smiles tugging at her lips.

Mrs Jones, Janet and Mrs Martinez, all looked at each other with the same looks on their faces, and with the same question in mind, “Is that really her?”

The applause did not die down. If anything, it grew louder as Hannah reached the center of the runway, paused, and bowed her head in acknowledgment.

“She’s-she’s H.J.?” Mrs. Jones finally breathed, her voice trembling. “The designer everyone’s been whispering about…is Hannah.”

Janet’s nails dug into her thighs. Fury rose hot in her chest. All the attention, all the gasps, all the flashes-it wasn’t hers. It was never hers. “She’s supposed to be ruined,” she muttered under her breath. “She’s supposed to be nothing.”

But the crowd would not let Hannah be nothing.

Reporters rushed forward, security guards trying to hold them back. Questions flew, a storm of voices:

“How long have you been designing?”

“What inspired this collection?”

“Is this a permanent return?”

“Who is your muse?”

Maya, standing near the wings, watched the Jones women carefully. She caught sight of Mrs. Jones’s trembling shoulders, Janet’s pale, furious face.

Hannah and the models headed back stage and it was the signal Maya needed to take the kids out to the car as Hannah planned to head out too contrary to Lucas’desire.

Janet could hardly breathe. Her heart hammered. It had been years years since she had last seen Hannah like this. And she didn’t want to believe her dumb sister had amounted to anything, so she texted Elijah that she was on her way to see him and texted her driver to get ready to leave.

“Are you leaving?” Mrs Jones questioned and Janet gave her a duh look.

“Didn’t you just see who I saw?” She asked again and Janet chuckled.

“Oh Mum, you really think that was Hannah. Your useless daughter? Really? You know darn well that she’s most likely dead or a prostitute. That’s definitely not her, trust me.” Janet chuckled, trying more to convince herself than her mother,

But Mrs. Jones did not respond. Her eyes brimmed with tears, her heart breaking and swelling all at once.

“You’re right. You’re totally right…I have no idea what I was thinking.” She laughed, and looked around her, all

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the regret she felt instantly disappeared.

“I will get another car sent for you later. I’m headed to see my fiancé. Ciao!” She hugged her mum and exited out the auditorium, after debating whether to go see Mrs Martinez or not.

I’m in no mood to kiss anyone’s ass. She muttered to herself before leaving.

Mrs Jones was left in her seat conversing with her friends while sipping on her third glass of champagne which was used as her coping mechanism, Mrs Martinez didn’t even seem to care anymore but rather she was thinking about the little boy she had caught a glimpse of her that was the spitting image of her son, and Janet was seated in the back of the SUV sending provorogative pictures to Elijah.

Meanwhile backstage Lucas stood in the dressing room trying to convince Hannah to stay, “Tonight is your night and a big success. You shouldn’t leave because of anything. You’ve worked so hard and you’re getting the credit, I think we should celebrate!”

Hannah smiled, taking the bottle of champagne from him and stared at the label and back at him.

“Yeah…I think we should definitely celebrate!”

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