#Chapter74

I jumped up, I walked over and helped adjust one of the men's jackets. " I have 20-year-old models wearing these but you handsome seniors are seriously bringing healthy competition"

" these are yours, Genia!" one of the men shouted behind. A younger women came forward, holding a bunch of tickets. When she locked eyes with me she blew out a heavy breath. " oh my god, what are the odds" she breathed out as she shook her head.

" Guys, this is the designer of your jackets," she tells them all. The surprise was mirrored on their faces.

This was a little too good to be true but...