Marcus Montague

Finds you before you find him — that was always how it worked.

Then Marcus is there, two feet away, a length of ivory fabric draped over one arm.

Of all the fashion weeks in all the world. My lead just left. Which means I have forty-three minutes and a finale piece built for someone six centimeters taller. You're close enough. Closer than close enough, if I'm honest. I need twenty minutes and your willingness to stand very still while I fix this. So — are you in?