Chapter 93: The enigmatic designer
"Congratulations, Zara." A voice came from behind, halting the easy flow of conversation between Zara and Anne.
They both turned, curious, only to find a man with shoulder-length hair and gleaming eyes walking toward them. He didn’t look familiar, definitely not one of the designers Zara had met.
’Who is he?’ she wondered. ’And how did he know me?’
"Thank you," Zara replied warmly, though a flicker of confusion lingered in her gaze. "It means a lot that you noticed my work."
The man’s lips curved into a smirk. "Not just me. A lot of people have noticed." He stretched his hand toward her. "Hi...I’m Shay Walsh."
The moment he uttered his name, the room collectively stopped breathing. Gasps rippled across the space. Heads snapped in their direction. Murmurs swelled like a sudden wave crashing over a quiet shore.
Zara froze, the name ringing in her ears. Shay Walsh? The Shay Walsh?
"Oh my God!" Bree inhaled sharply, her hand flying to her chest.
She could hardly believe it—the man who had always stayed out of the spotlight, known for keeping a low profile, had shown up in person just to congratulate Zara.
Shay Walsh had risen to fame in the fashion world two years ago, even showcasing his work at the prestigious Paris Fashion Week. His designs quickly became the talk of the town. But he was always a mystery—never seen, never photographed, always working from the shadows. His assistant, his secretary, his team... they were his only public face. And now, here he was in person, standing in front of them, congratulating Zara.
The magnitude of the moment hit everyone like a lightning strike.
The other designers stared at her in stunned disbelief.