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68. The Question of Love
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Guilty Pleasure #2 73. The Unseen Plan
The inside of Elena’s walk-in closet looked like a cyclone had hit a fabric store. She stood in front of her closet like a soldier facing an impossible battle. Dresses, skirts, and tops were strewn over every available surface, a colorful testament to her rising frustration. Dresses of every color and cut hung in a neat row, yet none seemed right for tonight.She stood in the middle of the chaos, holding up a simple black cocktail dress before tossing it onto the growing ‘absolutely not’ pile with a groan. She grabbed a floral midi dress, held it against herself in the mirror, and made a sound of disgust. “Too frumpy.” A silk blouse and tailored trousers. “Too much like a work meeting.” “Useless,” she muttered to the empty room. “Everything is useless.”Nothing in her wardrobe seemed to fit the bizarre description Avonlea had concocted. She wanted something simple and gorgeous but not a screaming look at me. “Why does nothing ever cooperate when I need it to?” she muttered, tugging
Guilty Pleasure #2 72. The Last Page of Exams
The month went by in a blur. For Elena, it felt like she was moving underwater slowly, heavy, with every thought dragging behind her. If it weren’t for Avonlea, she wasn’t sure she’d have survived the weeks. Her best friend never left her side, not once. The storm of heartbreak had subsided, leaving not a sunny clarity, but a quiet, determined stillness. The air in the room no longer felt heavy with unshed tears; it smelled of highlighter ink, and worn paper.Elena stirred awake at the smell of something warm and buttery wafting into her room. She groaned, stretching, and squinted at the sunlight streaming through her curtains. For once, Avonlea wasn’t sprawled on the mattress beside her. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, wondering until a knock on the door made her jump.“Sleeping beauty, rise and shine!” Avonlea’s voice rang out.Elena smiled faintly despite herself. She pushed the blanket off and padded toward the door. Avonlea stood there grinning, holding two steaming mugs of coffee
Guilty Pleasure #2 71. The Anatomy of a Broken Heart
Avonlea froze at the doorway for a moment, her chest tightening at the sight of Elena sitting there with swollen eyes and trembling lips. She dropped her bag to the floor and rushed forward.“Elena,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she knelt beside the bed.That single word was enough. The fragile wall Elena had tried to build around herself collapsed. She broke down harder, sobbing, shaking her body as she threw her arms around her best friend, burying her face in Avonlea’s shoulder, her entire body convulsing with the force of her tears. She clung to her best friend as if she were the only anchor in a raging sea, her fingers gripping the fabric of Avonlea’s jacket like a lifeline.“Avonlea…” Her voice cracked, muffled against Avonlea’s shoulder. “It hurts… it hurts so much.”Avonlea’s heart shattered. She wrapped her arms around Elena tightly, rubbing slow circles on her back, whispering, “Shh… I’m here. I’m here, Lena. Breathe with me, okay? Just breathe. I’m here. I’ve got y
Guilty Pleasure #2 70. The Silence Between Us
The door clicked shut behind her, a soft, final sound that echoed like a gunshot in the cavernous office. Ryan didn’t look up immediately, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of his polished mahogany desk, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, flipping through a file as if the world outside the paper didn’t exist. For a moment, Elena just stood there, her chest rising and falling too fast, anger and heartbreak mixing inside her like a storm. The air still crackled with her accusations.“Ryan?” Her voice came out tighter than she meant.He finally looked up, his calm blue eyes colliding with hers. “Elena…”The way he said her name made her blood boil, his gaze locked on the empty space where Elena had just been vibrating with furious, wounded energy. How could he be so calm when she was burning inside?“Was I just a distraction? A convenient toy you’ve now grown bored of?”“Don’t be dramatic, Elena. I’ve been busy.”She crossed the room, stopping just short of his
Guilty Pleasure #2 69. When Silence Hurts Louder
The café was buzzing with the familiar chatter of students, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wrapping around them like a familiar embrace. Cups clinked against saucers, the espresso machine hissed, and laughter carried across tables. Elena stirred her iced latte absently, sitting across from Avonlea, watching her best friend’s eyes glimmering with the same warmth they always had, but something about her today was different as she animatedly recounted her final days at the internship, how she’d somehow managed to charm the notoriously stern finance director into giving her a recommendation letter."And then he actually smiled at me. Like, full teeth. I thought I’d hallucinated it," Avonlea said, tossing her hair over one shoulder with a grin.Elena laughed, but her gaze lingered on her best friend. She studied her carefully, sipping her coffee. There was something different about Avonlea today, a quiet glow beneath her usual sharp wit, the way her fingers kept dri
Guilty Pleasure #2 68. The Question of Love
The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the tangled sheets. The penthouse was unusually quiet, save for the soft hum of the city below. Ryan’s arm was draped over Elena’s bare waist, his chest pressed to her back, his breath warm against her neck, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm was a quiet comfort, one she had grown addicted to over the past week.Her internship had officially ended yesterday. Today should have been her first morning back at her father’s house, but she hadn’t left yet, not when every part of her wanted to stretch this moment, this week, just a little longer."I can’t believe I have to leave today," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, her voice still husky from sleep.Ryan’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. "You don’t have to."Elena laughed softly. "My father would have a heart attack if I wasn’t home when he returns."R
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