LOGINThe doorbell chimed through the quiet house just as Liana finished hanging the last of her shirts in the guest room closet.
"I'll get it!" Nina called out from downstairs, her footsteps hurrying across the hardwood floor.
Liana smiled to herself, stepping out into the hallway and quietly turning the knob to Ava’s room. She slipped inside, the soft light from the hall illuminating the little girl curled up under the blankets. Ava’s chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, her small hands clutching the stuffed bear Nina had left for her. Liana leaned down, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. Seeing how deeply asleep she was, Liana decided against waking her. Ava needed the rest after such a long trip, and she could always eat a bit later if she woke up hungry.
She pulled the door almost shut, leaving a small crack, and headed downstairs.
The mouthwatering aroma of hot garlic dough and melted cheese filled the dining area. Nina was already setting the steaming pizza box onto the table along with two plates and paper towels.
"Is Ava coming down?" Nina asked, opening the box to reveal a perfectly crisp pepperoni pizza.
"No, she’s completely out," Liana said, sitting down and reaching for a slide. "I decided to let her sleep. I'll warm up a slice for her if she wakes up later."
"Fair enough. More for us!" Nina grinned, grabbing her first slice.
They ate in cozy comfort, the initial rush of hunger making them quiet for the first few minutes. But soon enough, the easy chatter picked back up. They talked about random, nonsensical things—Nina’s noisy next-door neighbor who insisted on mowing the lawn at seven in the morning, a ridiculous commercial they both remembered from high school, and how much harder it was to stay up late nowadays compared to their teenage years.
"I'm telling you, two slices of pizza after 8 PM and my body acts like I consumed pure concrete," Nina joked, wiping her hands on a napkin.
Liana laughed, but as the playful banter settled, a small, thoughtful silence settled over the table. She took a slow sip of her water, staring down at her plate before looking up at Nina.
"So..." Liana started, her voice dropping to a more serious tone. "I've been thinking. Now that we’re settled, I really need to start looking for work."
Nina leaned back in her chair, listening intently. "Work? Already? Liana, you just got here today. Give yourself a couple of days to breathe."
"I know, but I can't just sit around," Liana said, her fingers tracing the edge of her plate. "Ava is growing up fast, expenses are real, and I need a steady income. I can't afford to just idle away time."
"Okay, okay," Nina nodded, taking her seriously. "What kind of work are you thinking? What’s the plan?"
"That’s the thing," Liana sighed, leaning her elbows on the table. "I’m not entirely sure. Do I start from scratch somewhere new? Look for something standard? Or try to leverage what I already know?"
They spent the next hour tossing ideas back and forth. Nina suggested everything from remote customer support to opening a small online business, while Liana weighed the pros and cons of each. But every idea felt like starting completely from square one—building something from the ground up that would take months, if not years, to yield stability.
"What about your old career?" Nina asked carefully, eyeing her. "Modeling?"
Liana paused. The word hung in the air for a second. Modeling had been a massive part of her past, a chaotic world of photoshoots, strict schedules, and high-pressure environments. But it was also where her real experience lay. She knew the industry, the expectations, and the people.
"I don't know..." Liana hesitated. "It's been a while. The industry moves fast, and I've been out of the loop."
"Yeah, but you were good at it," Nina pointed out, leaning forward. "And you don't have to start as an unknown beginner. You already have a history. You have contacts. Who was that manager you used to work with? The one who practically ran your entire schedule back then?"
"Sarah," Liana supplied instantly. The name came without a second thought. Sarah had been tough, demanding, but fiercely loyal to her talent and extremely connected in the industry.
"Exactly, Sarah!" Nina said, snapping her fingers. "Why not reach out to her? Just a quick message or call to test the waters. See if she has any leads or if she’d even be open to working together again."
Liana stared into space, running the idea through her head. Calling Sarah felt like reopening a chapter of her life she had put on pause. It was daunting, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. She didn't need to rebuild the wheel; she just needed a door to open.
"Maybe you're right," Liana slowly admitted, a faint smile touching her lips. "I mean... what’s the worst she can say? 'No'?"
"Exactly," Nina beamed. "See? Problem solved. Well, step one solved."
They finished up dinner, packed away the leftover pizza, and cleaned up the kitchen together. By the time they said their goodnights, the house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of hallway nightlights.
Upstairs, Liana checked on Ava one last time. The little girl was still fast asleep, peacefully resting in the cozy room.
Liana softly closed the door and walked over to her own bedroom. She didn't turn on the main light, letting only the dim moonlight stream through the blinds. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the quiet of the night made her heart beat a little faster.
She reached over to the nightstand, picked up her phone, and unlocked the screen.
Swiping past her daily notifications, she opened her contacts list. She scrolled slowly down through the 'S' section until her thumb hovered over one specific name:
Sarah (Manager).
Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared at the screen. Calling her former manager meant jumping back into a world she had left behind. It meant stepping into the unknown again, not just for herself, but for Ava.
Liana took a deep breath, her thumb hovering directly over the call button.
She closed her eyes,
exhaled softly,
and pressed it.
The headache hit hard, pulling her back into consciousness piece by piece. Liana blinked groggily, her vision swimming in dark, heavy waves as she tried to force her eyes open. Everything ached, but the right side of her face hurt like hell—a sharp, throbbing agony centered on her cheekbone, a brutal reminder of the metal stall wall and the violent blow that had knocked her out completely. Her whole body felt heavy and leaden, trapped in a foggy haze as she tried to make sense of where she was. Then she felt the smooth, quiet movement beneath her. She was in a moving car. Panic instantly surged through her, her hands flying up to cover her chest, but she paused when she felt the heavy, dark suit jacket she was wrapped in. It smelled faintly of rain and expensive cedarwood, shielding her torn dress from the cold air conditioning. "Calm down." The voice rang out in the quiet space, low and steady. Julian slowed the car down slightly, turning his head to her in the dim
Liana turned her head slowly, her hazy gaze sweeping over the stranger sitting beside her.He was well-dressed in a dark, tailored blazer, his silver watch gleaming under the purple strobe lights. His dark hair was combed back neatly, and he had a sharp jawline framed by stubble, carrying an air of subtle wealth.But behind his warm, practiced smile, there was something in his eyes that felt just a little too calculating.He looked at her empty glass, then back up at her face. "I'm Richard, by the way. And you look like someone who could use a refill."Liana opened her mouth to automatically decline. The old, cautious part of her brain told her to stand up, walk away, and wait for Nina by the entrance. But as her eyes drifted to the melting ice at the bottom of her glass, a sudden wave of bitterness washed over her.'Why not? ' she thought, a faint, reckless smirk touching her lips. Nothing in her life had gone right over the last two weeks anyway.She had played by the r
Liana’s POVFourteen days.Fourteen long, agonizing mornings of waking up before the sun, reaching out with cold, trembling fingers for her phone, and pulling down on the screen to refresh her inbox. And every single time, without fail, the same clean, empty white space stared back at her.No interview invite. No polite rejection letter. Not even an automated confirmation that her email had landed in Marcus’s box.In the beginning, Liana had held onto a fragile, desperate kind of hope. On day three, she convinced herself that Marcus was simply a busy man running the executive office of the largest design house in the country. On day seven, she reasoned that a formal pitch review naturally took time. But by the middle of the second week, the painful truth settled deep into her bones, heavy and suffocating.Her email had been tossed straight into the digital trash pile. She had made an absolute fool of herself on wet grass, secured a black card out of Marcus’s sheer pity, and spe
Julian’s POV"If we align our summer textile launch with Vance & Co.'s core aesthetics, the projected quarterly yield could easily—"Julian stopped listening. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, letting the ice clink softly against the crystal as the executive across from him kept rambling.He rarely showed up to these overhyped country club mixers, so his unexpected presence today had clearly thrown everyone into a frenzy. The representatives sitting with him at this private table on the clubhouse's elevated terrace were sweating through their designer suits, desperate to lock down a collaboration for his company's upcoming summer collection before he stood up to leave.It was almost cute. Vance & Co. was the undisputed giant of the fashion and design industry in this country, so the aggressive kissing up was normal. But normal didn't make it any less boring.When the guy reached what seemed like the climax of his tragic slide presentation, Julian simply set his glass down
"Miss... Miss? Are you alright?"A polite voice broke through the ringing in her ears, pulling Liana straight back to reality.She opened her eyes, finding herself staring right up at Marcus, who was looking down at her like she was a bizarre puzzle he couldn't figure out. The small group of wealthy investors behind him had stopped talking completely, staring at her lying in the dirt like she had dropped out of the sky.Liana scrambled to her feet so fast her knees nearly gave out again. She brushed frantically at her skirt, her face burning with heat."Ah... yes! Yes, I’m fine. Totally fine. Just... slippery grass!" she stammered out, forcing a quick, awkward smile.Marcus stared at her for a second before giving a small, polite nod. "Right."He turned back to his group, picking up right where he left off as if a grown woman hadn't just slid across the turf like a baseball player right beside them.Liana stood there, completely frozen.Her mind was screaming at her to run. W
Liana moved quickly, practically power-walking through the wide corridors. She kept her chin up and her gaze fixed straight ahead, acting like she knew exactly where she was going, even as her pulse hammered in her throat. Her mind was spinning with a million questions at once.Who was that guy? Where did he even come from?He had spoken to her with this terrifying, suffocating authority—like he owned the entire building, the land it sat on, and every single soul inside it. How had he figured out so fast that she didn't belong? But what bothered her most, what sent a cold, prickly shiver down her spine, was his face. Those sharp grey eyes, the rigid jaw, the razor-clean line of his profile… why on earth did he seem so unnervingly familiar? It felt like a song she couldn't quite remember the lyrics to, a ghost of a memory hovering just out of reach at the very edge of her mind.Up ahead, she spotted a heavy mahogany door. At this point, she didn't hesitate. She grabbed the handl







