I once thought that it would be quite impossible for me to write up to 50,000 words. After all, this is my first story.
But here we are! I'm just really happy that the book got this far. And hopefully, it will be completed soon. Wish me luck! Thank you to everyone who read and supported the story! Shout out to Onyx Hikari, Dolly Clavel, Silvia Cisneros, Nash Husinhasan, and visitor6317 for supporting and commenting! (â â âčâ âœâ âčâ â )I once thought that it would be quite impossible for me to write up to 50,000 words. After all, this is my first story. But here we are! I'm just really happy that the book got this far. And hopefully, it will be completed soon. Wish me luck! Thank you to everyone who read and supported the story! Shout out to Onyx Hikari, Dolly Clavel, Silvia Cisneros, Nash Husinhasan, and visitor6317 for supporting and commenting! (â â âčâ âœâ âčâ â )
Nora Guevarra was checking one of her stores in the mall. She has her own clothing line called Chic°. It started as a hobby, which expanded to multiple branches over the years. Anna used to model for her back when she was still starting.The photoshoots with Anna were a success. That and her influence as a Guevarra had been enough for her clothing line to gain traction.Chic° became famous but not anywhere near Jeave and KeriĂ©. She still has a long way to go, but she was willing to put in the work. Nora sat on the couch, flipping through her designs, trying to figure out which collection she should do next. She heard the door open, and Shannon walked in with her friends. Melissa, one of Nora's semi-friends, was with them.âSeriously, they're flaunting their 'love story' like they didn't almost got divorced before,â Shannon disgustedly remarked. âFor sure, it's all fake. They're just trying to cover things up," one of Shannon's friends replied.âOf course it is! What else would it
Rachel and Anna sat inside a restaurant. "I'm not going to ask you how Paris was, since the media already took care of that.âAnna rolled her eyes. "They do seem to think that reporting my life's affairs is their prime responsibility.ââSeriously, they're getting intrusive. Why don't you sue them or something? I heard your family did something like that before.ââYeah, a media company had to shut down after my dad pulled a couple of strings. But it was because they not only crossed a line, but were also becoming a danger to us.ââSo, why not do the same thing? I'm sure no one would miss them.â"It was messy. I've actually been letting things slide to avoid it from happening again.âAnyway, do you already have an outfit for Nora's party?â Anna asked, changing the subject."Yup, the dress is quite lovely." Rachel took a bite of her food.Anna watched her. "So, who were you with?âRachel pretended like she didn't hear her.So Anna tried again. âDid someone help you pick your outfit?" "
"And you really do need a vacation,â Anna continued. You should have a week off in Paris.â Leanne's eyes widened at that. "What?! Are you serious?â "Of course, why wouldn't I be?â Anna took her phone, and booked Leanne a first class flight on their airline. She then turned to Leanne. âI'll give you the keys tomorrow, you can start to move your things then." Leanne was in shock, so she only managed to nod her head slowly. She wasn't sure if she was hearing things right, but she was in cloud nine just thinking that it might be true. Anna had always been a generous employer, she just never realized the extent of it. She thought back to the time she first saw Anna. Anna found her when she was scrambling for a job. Leanne had traveled to Ghersine City to try her luck right after graduation, but reality had smacked her right across the face. She faced rejection after rejection. No one wanted her. The day she was about to give up and accept her failure, she had met Anna.
Anna sat at her office desk, reviewing files after files. Leanne would sometimes linger by her side, seeming like she wanted to ask Anna something. But when Anna would look up from her disk, Leanne would hurry off without saying a word. On the twentieth time she did that, Anna felt like she couldn't take any of her scurrying off anymore, so she called Leanne. âLeanne, come here," she called. Leanne appeared in front of her desk. âYes, ma'am?" Anna put down her glasses. âIs there something you want to talk about?" âEr," âDon't lie, just say it." âI just wanted to ask how Paris was." âHow did you know about that?" Anna was surprised. âWell, it's all over the media. It's what everyone kept on talking about." Anna was about to ask how, but then she remembered the tenacity of the paparazzi, especially when it comes to stalking high-profile individuals. âWell, what did they show?" âOh," Leanne exclaimed. âThey showed pictures of you and sir Dalton at a cafĂ©,
Anna and Dalton sat at the couch again, while Ms. Jeave was showing them various outfits. She held up a silver gown that dropped like a shower of rain under the lights. It was matched with an elegant cut of a mask, highlighted with tiny details of gem stones. Anna's breath caught at the sight. This was the outfit she was looking for. It was almost too perfect. She slowly walked over to touch the dress. She felt like the dress was whispering to her, enchanting her. The material was perfect, the design was elegant. It was everything she was looking for in a dress. She felt Dalton at her side. He must have stood up when she did. âI guess we found the dress," he said. Anna turned to smile at him, extremely grateful to him for dragging her to Paris. Ms. Jeave nodded in delight. âI really do admire your taste, Mrs. Guevarra. Now Mr. Guevarra,which suit would you like?â "The one that complements my wife's silver dress, of course.â He responded as if that should have been obv