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I nervously fiddled with my fingers until Heather put a hand on mine to stop it.

"Hey, don't worry. Rachael's fashion show is the most awaited event here so the media is more concerned about covering all her creations. They won't even notice you're here." She reassured me again.

"Okay," I said and then let out a sneeze.

Heather frowned. "God knows where you and Ethan went gallivanting about in the city. You both have a cold now."

I looked over at Ethan who was sat in the first row with a handkerchief pressed to his nose. I suppressed the small laugh that was threatening to come out. "Sorry," I said as my eyes watered because I was going to sneeze but then it didn't happen.

We were seated on the sides, in the third row because we didn't want to drag much attention to us.

Any minute now, the show will start and we'll see Rachael's talent displayed before us in the form of her self designed clothing.