Lucas had followed Aurelia, How could he not?
Her vibrant energy seemed to light up the room, and her smile was like a beacon drawing him in. Since waking up at his penthouse and finding out she left without a note, made him unhappy. But then luck was at his side, meeting her at his Agency again was a sign. When he got to the Starbucks he saw her enter, he waited outside. When she came rushing out with a girl that could pass for her sister, he hid. He saw how animated she was, telling her sister about something, and Lucas knew it might have something to do with him. He smiled knowingly. After they rushed back inside, he followed. It was a busy morning at the café, with customers bustling in and out, the air filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gracious smell of chocolate. The girl was behind the counter, her hands deftly preparing drinks with practiced ease. Lucas looked around and saw Aurelia sitting at one of the booth, when their eyes met. He winked and she glanced away, blushing so red that he feels her cheeks might hurt. The girl at the counter, smiled at him. A friendly soul, always quick with a joke or a smile for the customers, he later gathered. She grinned and pointing him towards an empty table by the window but instead he went to sit with Aurelia, she glanced up at him and frown. After a few minutes of just staring at each other without saying anything, Eloise joined them, carrying two cups of coffee. She whispered to Aurelia, rather too audibly, "Well, well, looks like someone ordered a tall, handsome latte with a side of charm!" "Eloise!" Aurelia, gasped totally stunned but not surprised about Eloise sharp mouth. Lucas smiles, finding Eloise funny and interesting. When Aurelia looked at him, they both chuckled. "That's how she is." He nods and she quickly adds, " Why did you follow me here, Sir?" Ignoring her question, he smiled and said. Eloise chose this moment to walk away, smiling. "Hi, I'm Lucas Winthrop," extending his hand. "I saw you at the Agency earlier and I just wanted to say hello." Aurelia looked at his hand, surprised but not ready for a joke. She took her coffee instead, her smile cautious but friendly. "What do you want?" "Well, it's nice meeting you again!" "I wish I could say the same." He nods, knowingly. "I'm sorry about all this, there wasn't an opportunity last night for me to tell you I just bought your agency. I'm sorry." "Alright, it's my fault. Can you please allow me have this afternoon to myself?" She asked, but he shakes his head. "No, love. We'll talk about how this is not the best of time, about how we can get through this and possibly work together, cause I like you a lot." He admired her dedication, her manager met him earlier and talked about his model Aura and he knew that he wanted to get to know her better. When she did not respond and did not leave, he took a chance. He told her about his interests, his dreams for her agency, he saw how her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm but giving nothing away. "So what do we do now?" She suddenly blunted out. "Because we can't be together. You're my boss for goodness sake." "It's your choice, we can start with getting to know each other and working together." "What if I resign?" She will never resign, and she knew it. Thinking about it alone, made her stomach sink. "You won't. Yes! I know how much you've worked hard to come this far. Nobody needs to know our business, if we are discreet about it." "Don't say anything else, Lucas." Aurelia warns, this gorgeous man still wants her and it totally freaks the shit out of her. "But can we get pass last night?" He stated, sincerely. Lucas realized that he didn't just want to get to know Aurelia better; he wanted her to like him and trust him. "Yeah, sure." "That settles it then, see you at the office tomorrow, maybe we could do lunch one of this days?" He suggested, placing some bills on the table and stands to leave. Aurelia noticed he did not drink his coffee. "Maybe. You didn't touch your coffee!" She stated, concerned. He knew that winning Aurelia over wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make her see that they were meant to be together. "I prefer tea, Aura." As he walked out the door, she sucks in a deep breath and look up at her sister who rushed to sit with her, Eloise has been at counter straining to eavesdrop and pretending to work. "Tell me everything," Eloise said, smiling mischievously. "He wants more, El. I'm not ready. I can't deal with dating my boss and having those gossips talking about me at the agency!" She whispered, loudly. "No Sis, I'd want people to talk about me because of him, if I were you. He is so charming, the girl at the other booth couldn't stop drooling over him." Aurelia looks over at the girl, who averts her eyes sharply. "Eloise, stop!" Blushing, shyly. Eloise smiled, her sister likes the guy, she couldn't resist teasing. "Aurelia, I think you've found your 'cup of tea' in Lucas! What do you say? Double shot of love on the rocks?" Aurelia, blushing slightly but playfully, replied, "Oh, hush, Eloise! He's just a... friend... for now!" Kyle burst into the Starbucks, his backpack bouncing against his shoulders as he made a beeline for his mother's booth. Aurelia looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of her son. "Hey, sweetie! How was school today?" "Hey, mum!" He made to peck his mum on her cheek. Then he slid into the booth opposite her, hugging Eloise, excitement bubbling over as he launched into a detailed account of his day. He talked about his friends, his favorite subjects, and even the funny thing his teacher did that made everyone laugh. Mid-sentence, Eloise with a mischievous grin. "Oh, Kyle, guess who I met today?"" she teased, leaning in slightly. Aurelia raised an eyebrow, playing along. Kyle asked, "Who?" "Your mum's new friend, Lucas." Eloise exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement. Kyle, intrigued by the mention of this unfamiliar name, looked up from his story. "Who's Lucas?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice. Aurelia chuckled, shooting Eloise a knowing look. "Just a friend, honey," she reassured him, ruffling his hair affectionately. Kyle nodded, not convinced but satisfied with her answer for now, continued with his tale.Inside, the car felt more like a private lounge than a vehicle—smooth white leather seats that reclined at the touch of a button, polished walnut trim, and a soft golden glow spilling from hidden light strips. A flute of chilled champagne sat in a holder, its bubbles rising lazily, as if even the drink knew it had entered a city where time itself seduced. Jake sank into the seat with a dramatic sigh, crossing his legs elegantly as he tugged at the cuff of his tailored blazer. “Paris knows how to welcome royalty, darling. And make no mistake—this week, you are royalty. Coco’s muse. Their golden girl.” His voice bubbled with flamboyant enthusiasm. Aurelia laughed softly, brushing a fiery curl from her face as she settled beside him. “Muse, huh? Don’t exaggerate.” “I never exaggerate,” Jake said with a wicked grin. “Okay, maybe just a little—but only because you deserve it. You’ve no idea the kind of attention you’re about to walk into. The campaign is massive. Billboards, digital spr
Well, well, well… look who’s suddenly into lace and silk. Is this shopping trip for Paris… or for someone who happens to own a penthouse?” Eloise said, grinning mischievously, nudging her. Aurelia rolls her eyes, blushing, said, “Oh, stop. It’s just underwear, Eloise. Every woman deserves to feel good in what she wears.” “This isn’t underwear," She replied, holding up a scandalously red set with tiny bows. "This is a declaration of war.” Aurelia snatched it from her hand, laughing despite herself. “Too much. I’d look ridiculous in this.” She chided herself. “Ridiculous? Honey, you’d look dangerous. The kind of dangerous that makes men cry in gratitude.” They both burst out laughing, and Aurelia picked a more modest but still elegant champagne silk set. --- After paying, they strolled into The Café, where the sweet aroma of fresh pastries and strong espresso lingered. Jake was already waiting by the window, a silk scarf tossed around his neck in exaggerated fashion, oversized
“Sis—” Aurelia began, but Eloise had already gasped, her fingers brushing the embossed logo on the lid. “Oh my God… Cartier.” The name alone made Sue squeal and slap her palm against her forehead. Max, even, leaned forward with raised brows. Eloise flipped the lid open carefully, as if she were unveiling treasure, and everyone craned their necks. Inside, cushioned in black velvet, lay a necklace and earrings that seemed to catch the dim light and throw it back like fire. The necklace was simple yet stunning: a delicate platinum chain embroidered with little diamonds holding a single, perfectly cut teardrop diamond, clear and gleaming. Next to it, the earrings—slender tear-drop diamonds, each stone perfectly symmetrical, dangling just enough to sway elegantly without being gaudy. The room fell into a hushed awe for a beat. Sue’s mouth dropped open. “Sweet heavens. That’s not jewelry. That’s… that’s art.” Even Max came closer, crouching a little as though proximity would help him
“Don’t wish, Eloise,” Sue said, pointing her fork at her. “Manifest. You hear me? Manifest. You’ll be eating croissants by the Seine with your man here before you know it.” Eloise blushed, swatting at Sue. “Sue!” “What?” Sue teased. “Don’t act shy now. You’ve been glowing since existed." Max cleared his throat, ears turning red. “I—” Sue leaned closer, smirking. “Tell me, Max. Are you two already—” she lowered her voice dramatically—“sharing the sheets?” Eloise gasped, covering her face in mock horror. “SUE!” "But I really want to know." She said, pretending to be distressed about it. Aurelia burst out laughing, nearly choking on her drink. “Oh my God, stop—look at Max’s face.” Max raised both hands defensively, his face a shade of pink no one could ignore. “We’re not—! I mean—it’s not—!” Kyle tilted his head up from Aurelia’s lap, curious. But did not have the chance to ask any more questions because his mother quickly said, "Oh, Kyle, sweetheart, never mind. Aunt
Meanwhile, Eloise walked straight to the kitchen to peek at the stove. “Sue? Are you actually cooking?” Sue swatted her hand away from the pot. “Don’t act so shocked. I do cook sometimes. You’re not the only domestic goddess in the family.” Eloise leaned closer, sniffing dramatically. “Wow, and it even smells good. You must really love Aurelia to be this sweet.” Sue turned, narrowing her eyes with mock offense. “Excuse me? You’re one to talk. Look at you, dragging Max everywhere like a handbag.” Max, who had been standing awkwardly by the door, stiffened. “Hey—” Eloise’s face turned red. “Shut up, Sue.” But Sue was relentless, stirring the pot with exaggerated grace. “Oh please. The way you two are joined at the hip… Don’t tell me you’re not already doing the deed.” Aurelia gasped loudly, covering Kyle’s ears. “Sue!” Eloise smacked Sue's butt. “Don’t you dare—” Max nearly dropped his jacket, face turning beet red. “We—we’re not—! That’s not—!” He stammered, hands fly
He stepped closer, his hand lifting as if to touch her arm, to hold her still, to love her, to show her how much he loves her. "Babe—" “Don’t you dare touch me!” she screamed, her voice ripping from her chest. “Get out. Get out of my house, Lucas!” The words sliced through the room like a blade. Lucas froze, his hand falling to his side, his entire body sagging in defeat. He looked at her one last time—eyes red, shoulders heavy, as if leaving cost him more than he could bear. But he turned. Slowly, painfully, he walked to the door, every step echoing in the silence. He didn’t look back. The door shut softly behind him. And Aurelia—her strength collapsing with him gone—slumped onto the couch. Her body curled into itself, her hands covering her face as sobs wracked through her. She pressed her palms against her eyes, choking on the sound of her own heartbreak. The walls of the apartment, once filled with Sue’s laughter and Eloise’s warmth, now felt unbearably cold. She wept