EMILY’S POV
Three days passed like a movie
I worked day and night to complete my final design. There were moments I thought I wouldn’t make it, moments I doubted myself, wanted to give up and even cried in frustration. But I didn’t stop. I pushed through the fatigue and poured every ounce of creativity and emotion I had into that dress. It became more than just a project. It became personal.
And when I finally finished it, I knew I had done something special.
I took it to Vera’s label, my heart racing as I handed it over for storage and review. Brand lead, Liana looked at it with calm appreciation, nodding and giving a small smile. "Good work," she said simply.
Those two words meant more to me than she’d ever know.
That night, I returned to Ethan’s apartment with a light heart. I was tired but satisfied. I had given my best
EMILY’S POVThree days passed like a movieI worked day and night to complete my final design. There were moments I thought I wouldn’t make it, moments I doubted myself, wanted to give up and even cried in frustration. But I didn’t stop. I pushed through the fatigue and poured every ounce of creativity and emotion I had into that dress. It became more than just a project. It became personal.And when I finally finished it, I knew I had done something special.I took it to Vera’s label, my heart racing as I handed it over for storage and review. Brand lead, Liana looked at it with calm appreciation, nodding and giving a small smile. "Good work," she said simply.Those two words meant more to me than she’d ever know.That night, I returned to Ethan’s apartment with a light heart. I was tired but satisfied. I had given my best
EMILY’S POVAfter she walked away, I stepped back inside my apartment, shutting the door as I rested my back on the door. For a moment, I didn't move, I didn't speak, I just leaned against it, breathing slowly.My heart was racing fast due to the interaction.The Camille I know never comes without a motive. She's very funny, calculative, and always testing, but today, I didn't flinch; I didn't give her the satisfaction she was craving.I had given her something to think about, something that would make her question everything she believed she knew about me, giving her a little surprise.I went deeper inside my room, packed my supplies inside a disposable bag,, and left the house, heading to Ethan's home.Minutes later, I arrived at the house. I got home and made myself a warm cup of coffee before diving into my work. I opened my sketchbook, pulled out m
EMILY’S POV.Ethan and I shared a quiet but lovely breakfast. No grand decoration, heavy emotions, just two people eating panwanteds and sipping coffee while grinning at each other occasionally.It felt like a glimpse of the kind of life I want, the life we could have if everything was different.He talked a bit about work and I just listened, nodding. I didn't say ,much. I was wrapping my h were rt aonesnd everythime ng he said earlier. The promises he made, the warnings about Camille and the look in his eyes, the one that made realize his seriousness and sincerity.After breakfast, he leaned over and kissed my lips. Then whispered, "I'll try and be early,"And I smiled, nothat was "Please be safe,"After he left, the apartment became silent. I stood at the doocasual outfitsthe door that's shut.I stood st
EMILY'S POslowlywarm ray of sunlight reflected through the window, kissing my cheeks gently. I stirred underhadn'tanket, slowing opening my eyes as Iblinked it several times.For a moment, I fe,lt peace and happiness I haven't felt in days. Everything felt calm, and quiet.I yawned, stretching my arms out and shifted slightly,bulgeding to the left side of the bed where Ethan had been lying beside me last night.But it was empty. My eyes bulge almost immediately, shaking off the last traces of sleep in my eyes as my heart skipped a beat."Ethan?" I called out softly, sitting up quickly as feleft; heihadI glanced arouna d, seeing no trace of him.The blanket next to me waspickeded well. He hadn't just leave,, he has been gone for while.Without thinkin g twice, I jumped off the bed, picking off his shirt from the floor and put it on. I rushed towa
EMILY'S POVThe following day, I found myself standing in front Ethan's house, my heart thudding painfully inside my chest like a twisted knife.My palms were sweaty, and every step I take towards his front door felt heavier. I almost ran, I almost turned around but I couldn't.I need to end this properly like Olivia has said.I rang the doorbell.After a few seconds, Ethan opened the door. He would there, gazing at me. He wore a simple grey t-shirt and black jeans. His hair was a little messy, like he had been running his hands through it, and his face looked tired, like he hadn’t slept either.For a moment, we just stared at each other.Without any word, he stepped aside and let me in. I walked past him into the living room. His fragrance hit my nostrils like a punch in the face.I turned around and faced him.
EMILY POVThe sound of pages flipping woke me up as I sat upright on the couch, flipping my hair backward. I saw Olivia closing the book that was in her hand as she took a seat on the side stool in the sitting room."Are you awake fully?" She asked, gazing at me with concern etched on her face and I nodded."Yesz I'm awake fully," I responded, smiling faintly at her. I watched as she stood, carrying the stool over to my side before settling on it."Emily," She called, gently holding my hand as she stroked it. "Are you fine? Do you want to talk about it?"I have her small tired smile, resting my body on the couch, adjusting the blanket on my thigh. My eyes felt heavy, like they were carrying the problems of the world like a Messiah."Liv, I'll be fine," I whispered, even when I knew it was a big lie. My voice cracked, betraying me."Emily,
EMILY'S POVI froze, my phone pressed harder against my ears as Ethan's voice Ethan echoed in my head.For a moment I didn't know how to respond. I hoped they didn't hear his voice or know who I was talking to.My tongue felt heavy, my heart pounding loudly. I stared at Victoria, who was watching me closely with a smug expression on her face."I'll take my leave now," I said, turning my back at her as I clutched onto my bag and phone tighter. I got outside and reduced my pace."Emily," Ethan called again, his voice raspy.I walked out of the building, stepping on a pavement to wait for a cab."Yes," I finally answered, my voice low and steady.There was a brief silence on the other end before Ethan talked again. "You're ignoring me calls and kept my text messages on read. I guess that was deliberate," He said, frustra
EMILY'S POVI couldn't help but let my eyes fall on the huge picture frame once again as I strode inside the living room. It was impossible for me to get my eyes off it, to ignore it.The photo was huge and placed perfectly at the right place, where people entering the house could see clearly.I forced myself to look away, swallowing down the lump that had formed in my throat. I shouldn't let it get to me, not here, I shouldn't give Victoria the satisfaction she's craving for. I took a deep breath, as I halt after entering the sitting room fully.I heard the sound of footsteps approaching which caught my attention. I turned towards the stairs to see Victoria descending elegantly. She dressed casually, looking at ease as if she hasn't destroyed my confidence yesterday.She was on a phone, giggling loudly. Her voice were sharp but my heart sank as I heard the words she spoke.
EMILY’S POVThe ride to my home was silent, the busy light in the streets passed by like a film I couldn't focus on.My thoughts replayed my encounter in Victoria's office. Her cold eyes, her words cutting through my confidence and the sight of her kissing and hugging Ethan in front of me felt as if my world had turned upside down.When I reached home, I settled the driver and went inside my apartment. I dropped my tote bag on the table as I sank on the couch. I pulled out my sketchbook and clip through the pages. My designs that once felt like a dream come true, a hope now looks like an evidence of a testament of failure.The way she began crossing out some of the sketches. Big, bold X’s across the designs I had spent all night perfecting made my stomach to tightened and the energy in me died instantly.I need a fresh air, I need to clear my mind. I grabb