Melting His Icy Heart

The setting sun's golden glow shimmered off the terracotta rooftops of Via Mozart, one of Milan's most exclusive and tranquil streets. Located in the city's center, mere steps from the high-fashion Quadrilatero della Moda, stood a majestic apartment building draped in ivy. Its tall, arched windows and wrought-iron balconies evoked the elegance of old-world Italy.

However, inside one of its third-floor apartments, the atmosphere was far from elegant.

Although the clock on the wall of their cramped living room chimed eleven, the night was only just starting for Selena. Her bedroom appeared as though a textile factory had blown up within it. Every available surface was draped with silk blouses, cotton shirts, and denim jeans.

I don't have anything to wear! Selena wailed while standing before a cracked mirror, wearing a faded "Hello Kitty" t-shirt. I'm heading to the most important interview of my life while dressed like a runaway orphan.

Leaning against the doorframe with a glass of juice, Erica smirked. Well, looking like an orphan might earn you some sympathy points, Sel. Perhaps the CEO will hire you out of pure pity.

Erica, stop talking! You aren't being helpful! Selena groaned, snatched a lime-green shirt from the bed, and held it up against herself.

Put that back," Erica ordered, pointing her finger. Unless you are applying for a role as a "Human Highlighter," wearing that color is an act of cruelty. You're heading to a corporate empire, not a neon-themed rave.

Rose, exhausted from a grueling double shift at the hospital, collapsed onto the edge of the bed just as she dragged herself into the room. Despite her wrinkled scrubs and dark circles under her eyes, she managed a tired smile. Leave her alone, Sel. She is currently operating solely in her capacity as Sales Manager. Here, give this one a try. Rose gave her a soft blouse in lavender.

The Coffee Catastrophe

 

Wait, before you attempt it, you look like you're about to pass out from stress," Rose said as she stood up. I prepared a double-shot Italian espresso for you. Finish your drink.

Rose passed the small ceramic cup to Selena. However, Selena was so nervous that her hands were visibly trembling. As she reached for it, Erica suddenly let out a loud bark to tease her. As Selena jumped, the cup slipped, sending dark, hot espresso splashing everywhere.

"NO! " Selena shrieked.

The coffee missed the lavender blouse by an inch, soaking into her "Hello Kitty" shirt and splashing onto the rug.

Medical emergency! Rose shouted, instinctively slipping into nurse mode. She picked up a cold towel and began dabbing at the floor. The rug! Signor Rossi will have our heads if there's a stain!

My shirt! My face! I'll be scarred for life! Selena wept as she gazed at the brown stains on her t-shirt.

It's just coffee, drama queen! Erica shouted as she snatched a hair dryer from the bathroom. She turned it up to full blast, directing the stream first at the rug and then at Selena's shirt, while the loud whirring noise filled the room. Stay still! I'm drying you off! We don't have time for laundry day!

Erica, that's way too hot! You're making fun of me! Selena shouted and ducked the scalding air as everyone frantically moved around the cramped room, enveloped in a swirling mist of steam and laughter.

Once the chaos subsided, Selena hastily donned the lavender blouse, only to find the fabric straining dangerously across her chest as she attempted to button it. It snapped. A faint sound of protest seeped through the seams.

"Oh no," Rose whispered.

Erica burst into laughter, almost spilling her juice once more. Selena! Are you attempting to secure the job or risk a lawsuit for assault? If you sneeze in that, a button will fly off and knock out the CEO's eye. That would certainly be one way to make an impression, I suppose.

It's too tight! Selena panicked as she frantically attempted to unbutton the lavender trap. And Rose, while this is beautiful, it is too short. If I raise my hand to shake his, he'll see my belly button. That's not the professional "first love" vibe I'm aiming for wait, not first love, just. My first job! She stumbled over her words, her face turning bright red.

What about first love? Erica's eyebrows arched in surprise. When did we start caring about the CEO's heart? I thought we only cared about his paycheck.

I meant. It's the first job I truly love! Selena quickly corrected herself, her heart pounding. She didn't even know the man, yet rumors about the "Ice King" CEO had been spreading for weeks.

The following hour was a chaotic series of fashion mishaps. They attempted a pencil skirt that caused Selena to waddle like a bewildered penguin and a blazer that made her appear as though she were wearing her grandfather's suits.

Even the shoes were a disaster. Selena tried on a pair of Erica's oversized heels, took steps, and almost did a face plant in the laundry basket.

"Here, try this white one." Erica threw a crisp shirt at Selena.

Selena quickly pulled it on. It was a piece complimentary that made her look especially boxy. Erica walked over, her eyes glowing with mischief. Suddenly she reached out and undid the top 3 buttons of her blouse, pulling the collar wide open so it sloped off Selena's shoulder, revealing a bit of her collar bone and the smooth curve of her chest.

"There! Perfect," Erica chirped, standing back to admire her paintings. "Now you'll honestly get the job. In fact, you might get a promotion on the first day."

Selena's eyes widened as she looked at the reflection. "Erica! Are you insane?" she cried, frantically trying to button herself up again. "I'm going there for an expert interview, not to seduce my boss! This is a corporate workplace, now not a nightclub!"

Rose interjected. "Try on those denim pants, Selena."

Selena tried to squirm into her dark denim pants. They were pretty close. She had to jump up and down, suck in her breath. "I... assume... I'm... in!" she gasped.

"Now, bend down," Rose suggested.

Selena took a cautious step and tried to crouch. Krrr-all! The sound becomes unmistakable. The seam at the back of the denim gave way to me completely.

Erica fell on the bed and howled with laughter. "Yeah! Just don't turn yours back to the boss or he'll get a view he didn't pay for!"

"I hate each of you!" Selena cried, her face burning with terror. "That's it. I'm getting into my pajamas."

Finally, seeing Selena on the verge of a breakdown, Erica stopped laughing. She walked to her room and back with a sweaty, charred blazer.  This is my luck, Sel.

I wore this when I closed my first million-euro sales deal. It's professional, it's Milanese, and it actually fits."

As Selena slid her arms into the blazer, the transformation was instant. She looked powerful. Elegant. She looked like she belonged in the high-stakes world of Milan's elite.

"Wow," Rose breathed. "You look like you already own the place."

The apartment finally fell silent. The chaotic energy of the 'Wardrobe War' had faded, leaving behind the scent of Rose's lavender hand cream and a mess of discarded clothes.

Selena stood alone in her room, the moonlight filtering through the tall arched window of their Milanese apartment. She looked at the lucky charcoal blazer, then slowly pulled the pins from her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful that even a stone statue would fall flat for you," Erica's voice echoed in her head.

"Beautiful?" Selena whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.

She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her features as if she were seeing them for the first time. Her eyes, large and expressive, seemed to hold a world of hidden dreams. Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing under the soft Italian moonlight.

She traced the line of her jaw with her fingertips. She thought about the "Ice King" Erica had described. A man who lived in glass towers, who owned half of Milan, and who reportedly had no room in his life for anything as messy as love.

A small, bitter smile touched her lips.

With a tiny smile on her lips, she questioned, "Is he... not into women at all?" "Or is he just so obsessed with his billions that he's forgotten how to be human?" She had heard rumors at the office that he had a secret lover, while others thought he was so picky that no Italian lady could live up to his unattainable standards. She snapped out of her reverie, though, and shook her head.She turned away from the glass and murmured, "What am I even doing?" "I don't care if his life is full of ladies or empty at all. I'm not going to be his Cinderella.I'm going there to be his Assistant."

She looked around the room the peeling wallpaper near the corner, the lightbulb that flickered sometimes, and the stack of bills on the kitchen counter she had seen earlier. Her heart tightened. Rose was exhausted from double shifts at the hospital, and Erica was working herself to the bone in sales.

"I need this job," she whispered fiercely. "I need to carry my weight. I want to be the one who finally pays the full rent, who buys the groceries without checking the price tags. I want to help them."

Financial independence wasn't a dream for her; it was a necessity. She didn't need a Prince Charming; she needed a paycheck.

With that thought, she climbed into bed, her eyes fixed on the blazer hanging in the shadows. Tomorrow, she wouldn't walk into The Valenti Group as a girl looking for love. She would walk in as a woman looking for a future.

And with the distant chime of a church bell in the streets of Via Mozart, Selena finally fell into a deep, determined sleep.