MasukElona's POV
The studio felt colder today, not from the air-conditioning, but from the silence that lingered between the models. I stepped inside, the hush was thick like powdery dust, and I sensed eyes on me. Curious, calculating, and definitely resentful. After the fallout with Calla, where her jealousy had exploded, nothing seemed the same. The energy was tense, like everyone was waiting for the next spark.
I caught my reflection in
Elona's POVThe night has come for Tristan's performance. I was excited to see him on stage. The city lights blurred through the window as Spooky and I sat quietly in the cab. My fingers clutched the thin strap of my evening clutch, and I smoothed the silk of the black dress Madame Delance had given to me. It hugged my figure with elegance, sophisticated and simple. I didn’t know why she actually gave it to me, but when I looked in the mirror, I finally understood. It wasn’t just a dress. It was a statement.Tristan had already left to prepare at the auditorium. He told me to come, but he hadn’t said much else. I think he was nervous but wouldn't tell me. Still, I felt like something bigger was waiting tonight, something more than just a show.As we stepped out of the cab, the air felt cooler than usual. My heels clicked softly against the ancient cobblestones leading toward the auditor
Elona's POVThe studio felt colder today, not from the air-conditioning, but from the silence that lingered between the models. I stepped inside, the hush was thick like powdery dust, and I sensed eyes on me. Curious, calculating, and definitely resentful. After the fallout with Calla, where her jealousy had exploded, nothing seemed the same. The energy was tense, like everyone was waiting for the next spark.I caught my reflection in the mirrored wall, black leggings, cropped top, safe, professional, and just enough to blend in. But safety wasn’t what I needed. I had to prove I belonged despite the tension. Madame Delance had texted me when I was in car, before Tristan dropped me off, she wanted to see me in her office.A moment later, I found myself entering Madame Delance's office. She was seated behind her desk and she gestured for me to sit.I folded into the chair, my knees brushing ag
Tristan's POVThe weight of the mahogany doors groaned behind me as I stepped into the grand auditorium, the air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of polished wood and old velvet. The spotlights were dimmed, casting a low, amber glow over the stage where the orchestra was already gathering, and tuning their instruments. Soft murmurs bounced off the arched ceiling, and the occasional note from a violin or wind instrument lilted through the hush like a ghost searching for its place in the melody.My eyes were instantly drawn to the piano that was situated center stage. A polished black Steinway, its lid lifted like an open mouth mid-aria. It glistened beneath the house lights, waiting for my hands, waiting for the story my fingers had yet to tell. I moved towards it slowly, the echo of my footsteps mingling with the soft clatter of bows and instrument cases.I never thought that I would be ab
Tristan's POVThe morning light broke through the window, casting golden stripes across the floor. The house was quiet, but the kind of quiet that draped itself over everything like a heavy curtain. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching her.Elona sat at the edge of the dresser, her back straight, her eyes fixed on the mirror in front of her. She was applying makeup with the kind of precision that came only from muscle memory. The brush moved softly over her cheekbones, hiding the fatigue beneath the foundation, and the concealer covering what I knew were subtle remnants of strain from yesterday.She was beautiful, effortlessly so beautiful, but there was something about the way she pressed her lips together between applications, something about the way her shoulders tensed every time her gaze flicked to her reflection. She was wearing armor, one layer at a time, and she didn’t know I hav
Elona's POVThe drive was quiet. He didn’t push. And I didn’t speak until we stopped at a traffic light. I just hope that he doesn't confront anyone, but I don't think I can tell him about the fight until the time is right.“They were just taunting me,” I said, my voice was hoarse. “About the pregnancy... And I fell off a beam, that's why my cheek..." I sucked in a breath.It was a lie.He knew it.He just didn’t say anything and continued to focus on the road ahead. He had seen me exit VFS the way that I did, so he knew that I was barely holding it together because something had happened, and it wasn't a fall."I got on the beam myself to get a certain emotion, and now I have a cover photo because, apparently, it's amazing, according to the photographer. I know they want me gone,” I added, staring out the window. “And maybe they’ll win.” They might win if they ruin it for me.Tristan still didn’t say a word, but the silence between us wasn’t empty. It was full of promises he hadn’t m
Elona's POVI twisted my fingers nervously as Tristan pulled up to the curb outside the VFS building. Morning sunlight filtered through the tinted windows of his car, casting golden hues across his sharp jawline. He turned to me with a soft smile as he reached out to me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.“I’ll be practicing at the auditorium today for the upcoming show. It's approaching fast,” he said, his voice calm as he pulled his hand away from me. I could feel the tension underneath his calm, the weight of expectation pressing against him.“You will do great,” I said with all the faith I had in him, and I meant it. He was born for stages and crowds, even if he would never admit it. “I can’t wait to see it.”He smiled again, slower this time, more personal. Then he leaned forward and kissed me, a soft, unspoken promise passed through the press of our lips. I lingered for a moment, not wanting to leave the safety of his presence, but I had to. I pulled back, "I will see you
Tristan's POVI arrived last night back at home. I was still hopeful about Elona and getting her back. I really hope she takes me back this time. I was still off from work and I took my phone from the bedside table and went to Eric's contact.
Elona's POVThe little drive to my apartment was silent. My father didn't ask anything about my visit to my mother's gravesite. I didn't
Tristan's POVMy heart shattered again. Those words of rejection twisted my heart into a million pieces. Why am I this prone to heartache and loss? My wife, my unborn child, the f^cking lie of Maggie's child, and Elona. I watched as she walked away from me in
Elona's POVThe summer sun blazed overhead as I took a leisurely dip in the pool. The cool water caressed my skin, offering respite from the heat. I couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom and euphoria as I swam, my body moving effortlessly through the crystal-clear water.Crislynn was sprawled o







