## Hazel's POV
The fashion show venue buzzed with excitement. Camera flashes exploded like lightning as models strutted down the runway in my designs. I stood backstage, watching the culmination of months of work unfold before an enthusiastic crowd.
"Look at you," Vera whispered, nudging my shoulder. "Miss Big Shot Designer with her billionaire boyfriend."
I rolled my eyes. "He's not officially my boyfriend."
"Please." Vera gestured toward Sebastian, who stood a few feet away talking to an event coordinator. "After what you two did last night? That ship has sailed, honey."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Would you keep your voice down?"
"Why? Everyone can see it." She wiggled her eyebrows. "The way he looks at you like you're a five-course meal. The way you blush every time he touches you."
"I do not—" I started, but fell silent when Sebastian approached.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his hand settling naturally at the small of my back.
