Eventually my name and job title were displayed across the board — it was go time! I flashed my biggest smile, threw my shoulders back, and walked out in front of the crowd. The butterflies in my stomach were further settled knowing my father and boyfriend were sitting in the audience, cheering me on (even if I were to fall and become fashion roadkill). Thankfully I made it to one end and back without tripping and remembered to hold my pose for the necessary three seconds (you're welcome, Carrie!).
After the show, Carrie huddled us together and brought us to the press line. It was the first time I was ever on the other side of the step-and-repeat — and it was flattering that reporters actually wanted to interview me. Once the press portion was done, it was time to return my dress, wipe off my makeup, and head back to the office (it was still New York Fashion Week, so I had tons of work to do!). Later that night, we all met again for the official Carrie Hammer afterparty, where I could hang out with the role models once the pressure was off!
