Disgrace Of the highest order

I sat quietly in Nyssa's office, feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. Jules was next to her, scrolling on her phone, probably checking emails or looking through her own schedule. Meanwhile, Nyssa sat across from us, cool and collected as always, her sharp gaze focused on a tablet in her hand.

"Alright," Nyssa began, sliding the tablet across the table towards me. "Here's your itinerary for today. We need to get through all of this before the shoot later this afternoon. And I need you to do a quick runway walk in front of a few people from the company."

I blinked at her, the words slow to sink in. "Wait... a runway walk?" I asked, my voice slightly shaky. "In front of people?"

Nyssa nodded, her expression neutral as ever. "Yes, we need to make sure you're prepared. The competition is tough, Ember. The photoshoot is important, but so is how you carry yourself."