As the models hit the runway, Alex and I stay busy in the back, constantly checking Laura’s list and comparing it with who’s lined up to go. We have to make sure there isn’t any lag time between one model and the next. That could throw off the whole show.

Even though I can’t see the models on the runway, there’s something amazing about seeing the designs on them backstage. The way fabric skims the hips or lays on the collarbone changes the garment, and I realize more than ever that there’s a level of precision to choosing the right model to perfectly showcase a design.

It feels like we’ve been standing forever, and Alex and I make the mistake of sitting down just as the first models are strutting back in.

“Ladies!” yells Taylor. “Look alive!”

We jump up and rush to the models. The first fifteen looks were various knits and denims, and the last fifteen are all art deco themed. These are the pieces I’ve worked on with both Taylor and Laura.

A model lines up in a flowing, pleated yellow skirt and strapless bodice with shimmering geometric lines and metallic threading. I remember this design from my time with Taylor. I notice she’s carrying a clam-shaped bag with white tile beads. That’s the design I drew for Taylor! I remember her saying she’d pass it on to Stefan. Looks like he liked it. This is unreal. It’s all I can do to focus and not scream with joy.

We move quickly, readying one design after the next. I smooth a jacket with a notched collar and beading that I recognize from my time with Laura. It fits beautifully over a satin gown embroidered with an overlapping V pattern that I helped Taylor with.

I scan the photos and list and see we’re nearing the end. The dresses Liesel and Taylor worked on together are next. I help a model into a silk bias-cut gown, and a stylist adds a long pearl tassel necklace. I see Liesel putting the finishing touches on another model and give her a quick thumbs-up.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Alex zipping a model into a rose-colored floor-length gown. The model twirls in the delicate chiffon, and I notice the beading and sequin embellishments across the boat neckline. The dress is a lovely blend of vintage and glamour, and the embellishments perfectly capture the art deco vibe Stefan was going for with these pieces.

The model struts onto the runway. As breathtaking as the dress looked seconds ago, it’s even better now. The chiffon flows behind the model, and the beading shimmers under the bright lights. The garment almost seems to come alive as the model floats down the catwalk.

“What do you think the chances are of us getting free samples of some of this stuff?” Alex asks as we put the next outfit on the model.

I laugh. “Doubtful — highly doubtful. It’s a nice dream, though. I’d especially love this one,” I say as I finish helping a model into a simple black satin dress with an art deco-inspired sash belt. I peer closer at the intricate pearl, crystal, and rhinestone detailing.

“Liesel is so skilled,” says Alex. “No wonder she was a Design Diva winner! This will be you one day.” She pokes me in the side.

“Here’s hoping,” I say, fastening the belt clasp.

I look at my list. One design left, and it’s a total showstopper. I help the model into the silver beaded dress with a deep V-neck. The dress is held up by illusion-netting straps, giving it an ethereal look. The intricate beading design showcases Liesel’s attention to detail. Unlike some of the other looks, this model’s hair is pulled back in a bun, which adds to the style’s sophistication. She walks onto the runway, the slinky dress hugging her hips.

Alex and I watch as the dress catches the light from the chandelier, eliciting gasps from the audience. I wipe a tear from my eye, and Alex pats my shoulder. “I feel like such an idiot for crying,” I say. “This has just been such an amazing experience, and I can’t believe it’s almost over.”

“I know. Getting to do this with you today was amazing. It makes me want to learn more about fashion too. You can really feel the dedication of all the designers today,” says Alex. Her voice breaks, and she giggles. “Man, now you got me emotional. About clothes! Speak of this to no one.”

I laugh. “Cross my heart.”

The audience applauds for the final dress, and the model makes her return trip down the runway, heading toward the backstage area.

Now it’s Stefan’s turn to hit the catwalk. He has so much to be proud of today, but he’s so humble as he walks out and waves to the audience, taking his time shaking their hands. He takes a final bow, and some of the audience members give him a standing ovation. As he makes his way off the stage, I see him wipe his eyes too.