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His Queen,Their War Chapter Sixty Seven
Salvatore’s POV The moment finally arrived.The lights dimmed just enough to make the runway feel like a sacred stage, a long, pristine ribbon of light cutting through the darkened hall. Every seat was filled. The air buzzed with anticipation. Francesca stepped out first.She glided down the runway,catwalking with the practiced confidence of someone who had been born to be watched. Her gown was ivory silk, draped to perfection, embroidered with crystals that caught every flash and it shimmered like a chandelier in motion. The cameras went wild. Flashes exploded in rapid succession, painting the hall in bursts of white. She paused at the end, chin high, one hand resting lightly on her hip, and blew an air kiss in my direction.I didn’t move neither did I blink. I didn’t even twitch.Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second. Good. I allowed myself a quiet, private smirk. Not today, Francesca. Not ever again.The judges leaned forward, murmuring among themselves, scribbling notes.
His Queen,Their War Chapter Sixty Six
I sank into the seat of Guila’s car, trying to calm the storm in my chest. My hands fidgeted in my lap, twisting the edge of my sleeve. Salvatore. Of course he’d be here. As if the universe had a cruel sense of humor. I wasn’t ready to face him,not yet. Not when everything about him still made my heart stutter in ways I refused to admit.The drive was tense, quiet except for the hum of the engine and the soft music Guila let play. She didn’t comment on my mood, though I caught her shooting glances my way. She’d already warned me before that she’d help me focus, but honestly, right now, my focus was on keeping my cool the second I stepped foot into that building.The fashion house the school had rented rose before us, grand and imposing. I could feel the electricity even before we parked. Stepping out, my heels clicked against the polished pavement, each sound echoing my nervous anticipation. Girls were already milling backstage, wearing their heels, checking their dresses, and rehear
His Queen,Their War Chapter Sixty Five
After checking out how good the dress was on me, I slipped out it slowly, carefully, as though removing a second skin. Guila helped with the zip. The satin left my body, pooling softly at my feet before Guila caught it with reverence. She folded it like it was sacred,placing it gently into the garment bag. The YSL heels followed, nestled perfectly, then the bracelet and jewelry, wrapped and secured. I turned away and reached for the gown laid out on the bed. This one was different. It was simple and elegant. The gown was ivory, flowing and modest, with a fitted bodice and soft sleeves that draped just enough to feel graceful without being dramatic. The neckline was modest, almost innocent, the skirt long and fluid, brushing the floor like a quiet whisper. No slit,no daring cut. No provocation. Just calm beauty. The kind of dress that didn’t beg for attention but received it anyway.I stepped into it and let Guila zip me up.She looked at me through the mirror, her brows lifting slig
His Queen,Their War Chapter Sixty Four
His eyes found mine first through the mirror. He pauses just inside the threshold, gaze locked on my face as if he's memorizing it all over again. There's tenderness there, mixed with something deeper, hungrier. Only then does his gaze drift downward, slow and deliberate, tracing the lines of the satin gown that clings to my shoulders, my waist, the gentle curve of my hips. The dress is almost perfect, but the zipper at the back gapes slightly. He closes the distance between us in a few measured steps, coming to stand behind me. In the mirror, we look like a portrait—me in ivory satin, him in his tailored dark suit, the contrast sharp and beautiful.He gathers the delicate fabric at my lower back with careful fingers, mindful not to crush the elegant draping that falls from my shoulders. His warmth radiates through it as he positions the zipper tab.As his fingers brushed my skin to align the halves perfectly, a flood of memories rushed in.I remembered the first time he did this, ye
His Queen,Their War Chapter Sixty Three
~The Competition Day~When the alarm rang, I jolted awake, and then it hit me.Today was the competition.“Oh my God,” I squealed, throwing the covers off myself. “Oh my God!”My heart was racing as I bolted out of bed and into the bathroom, nearly slipping on the tiles in my excitement. I didn’t even care. I laughed as I turned on the shower, letting warm water cascade over me. My hands shook as I washed up, my mind replaying every stitch, every cut, every moment of doubt that had led to this morning.This was real.By the time I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, my pulse was still galloping. I walked back into my room.Guila was already there, seated calmly on my bed like this was any normal day. The dress was beside her, perfectly ironed, draped with such care it almost looked alive. My breath hitched. This is real; it's not a dream.Guila looked up at me, one brow lifting before she rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re smiling like you won the competition already,” she teased.“I mig
His Queen,Their War Chapter Sixty Two
I tried again and again and again.The fabric laid before me, crimson folds staring back. My fingers moved automatically now. It felt like a rhythm—cut, pin, stitch, undo. Every attempt felt close, painfully close, yet still wrong. The line of the bodice wasn’t sharp enough. The drape wasn’t speaking the way I wanted it to. It didn’t feel like me yet.Hours slipped by without permission. Guila stayed with me, offering quiet suggestions, steady hands when my own trembled. At some point, she sighed and told me she’d go get snacks before I collapsed from frustration. I barely registered her leaving, my mind was too loud.When the door closed behind her, the silence pressed in.I stepped away from the table and walked to the window, pressing my palms against the cool glass. Night had fully settled outside, the sky deep and heavy, scattered with faint city lights. I closed my eyes and drew in a slow breath.Calm down, I told myself.You’re not failing. You’re learning.My chest felt tight
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