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Damien’s POVI could hear that quiet, suspended breath on the other end of the line—the one people take when they’ve done something honest without armor and are just realizing how exposed they are.There was a pause. Then a soft, nervous laugh.“Well,” Celeste said, almost shyly, “I think it mostly has to do with you. But you’re right about the description.” She cleared her throat. “It’s exactly you.”Something loosened in my chest.“Exactly me,” I repeated, amused. “So… you think I’m stunning?”“No,” she answered quickly. “You’re dangerous.”I laughed, low and slow, leaning back in my chair. “I guess in a way… yeah. I am.” Then, quieter, more deliberate: “But I hope in a good way.”She laughed again, that sound threading straight through me. “Mostly,” she said. “Definitely mostly.”There it was.The flirtation wasn’t loud or reckless. It didn’t need to be. It hovered between us, charged and unspoken, like a wire humming just beneath the surface.But while we joked, my mind stayed on
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Celeste’s POVBy midnight, my studio smelled like pencil shavings, fabric glue, and stubborn determination.My workspace was littered with sketches now—not just one idea, but many. Flowing dresses with sharp, architectural shoulders. Cropped jackets paired with tailored trousers. Men’s coordinates that played with structure and fluidity—clean lines one moment, unexpected softness the next.I laid the last sketch flat, exhaled, then snapped photos one by one. Dresses. Jackets. Full men’s looks. A complete vision.I sent them all to Sebastian.Here they are. Thoughts?The reply came too quickly.I opened it—and my stomach sank.Sebastian: [They’re beautiful. Technically excellent. Dresses, outerwear, even menswear—you’re versatile, no question.]I held my breath.Sebastian: [But you’re holding back.]I frowned at the screen, pacing the narrow space between my table and the window.Holding back?Another message followed.Sebastian: [Your Contrast Collection with Margaux was strong. It s
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Nico’s POVThe storm rolled in fast. One minute the sky was bruised purple, the air heavy and charged. The next—thunder cracked so loud it shook the ground beneath my boots, rain slamming down like it had a personal vendetta against the ranch.Lights flickered. Then the outer barns went dark.“Power’s out along the fence lines,” someone yelled over the wind.Martha didn’t waste a second. “I need volunteers for overnight checks. Horses first. Gates, second. Nobody goes alone.”Sage stepped forward immediately, yanking on her heavy raincoat as if she’d been waiting for this moment.“I’ll take the south fence and the outer stalls,” she said, voice calm and clipped, hood already pulled low.I grabbed a lantern and my own thick raincoat, shrugging it on as I moved before my brain had time to argue.“I’m with her.”She glanced at me—quick, sharp. No protest. Just a nod.Good.We headed out together, the storm swallowing us whole. Rain ripped against the heavy fabric of our coats, loud and r
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Alain’s POVI told myself I was only keeping an eye on her.That’s the lie I’d been repeating for days.From across the street, half-hidden by the shadow of a closed bookstore, I watched Celeste laugh at something a vendor said earlier, then grow quiet as she drifted toward the curb. She looked lighter than I remembered—and at the same time, more fragile. Like someone who’d survived a storm and didn’t yet trust the sky.She shouldn’t be alone.My eyes darted around, and I was suddenly hyper-aware of everything around me. Could Genevieve be close? Is she planning another revenge on Celeste, to finish what she’d started? Or has she actually changed already somehow?I kept watching Celeste, following her discreetly and quietly. When the man stepped out of the darkness and took her hand, my body moved before my thoughts caught up.Theo.The recognition hit hard, sharp. The ex. He remembered seeing him before at the hospital. “What the hell are you doing here?” I muttered under my breath
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Celeste’s POVI spun around so fast I nearly lost my balance.Nothing.The street behind me was bare—just closed shopfronts, a couple walking farther down the block, the soft buzz of a passing scooter. No Theo. No shadow. No pair of eyes burning a hole through my spine.“Oh my God,” I whispered under my breath. “Get it together.”My pulse was still racing, but I forced myself to breathe normally. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Damien’s voice echoed in my head—steady, grounding. You’re safe. Don’t let fear run ahead of facts.I turned back to the window, pretending to admire the display again, but my reflection looked pale now. Uneasy. Haunted.It was nothing. Just my mind spiraling. A bad habit lately.Still—normal suddenly felt overrated.I backed away from the glass and started walking briskly toward the main street. Every sound felt amplified. Every movement behind me made my shoulders tense.When I reached the curb, I lifted my hand to flag a cab, fingers trembling sl
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Celeste’s POVI told myself to focus.The studio was quiet, washed in soft afternoon light. Fabric lay draped over the worktable—linen, silk, structured wool—materials that usually made my fingers itch with ideas. My sketchbook was open. Pencils sharpened. Coffee cooling beside me.Perfect conditions.Still nothing came. Damn. I stared at the page longer than I should have, forcing lines that refused to make sense. The silhouette felt wrong. Too safe. Too stiff. I erased it, then tried again—bolder this time—but the proportions collapsed under my hand.I exhaled sharply and flipped the page.“Come on,” I muttered. “Work with me.”It was useless. Every idea unraveled the moment it touched paper.My mind kept drifting back—uninvited, persistent.Alain.The island. Henri. The fire.No body was found.No answers. Just that awful, echoing absence that lived somewhere between hope and dread.I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my pencil harder than necessary, sketching jagged lines that to
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