All the chandeliers were lit, the soft melody from the saxophone played by our hired musician carpeting every corner of the venue.The event had been going on for—I don't even know how long. All I knew was that I had to rush to manage a little crisis on the guest list because I accidentally shuffled the names from the other day’s event into today's.Aside from that, we had to call security when some drunk, uninvited individual barged in, begging for one of the guest's love or whatever frustrated romantic nonsense he was on about.A fire almost broke out because of some troublemaking teenagers. Luckily, the team put it out before it could cause serious damage.There was even an almost-holocaust happening outside the venue thanks to the press and two rival groups of celebrity fans nearly coming to blows.And plenty more chaos that my brain could barely process.But out of everything I had to focus on, my mind was half somewhere else."Oh, you've got to be shitting me," I grumbled when I
The world has never been kind to me. I believed that before—but I never expected that the things I thought were the worst couldn’t even compare to the kind of pain I’m feeling now.I tried to bury my past after I lost my child.But Johnny dug it all up… and threw it back right in front of me.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I denied, even though it hurt so bad.I turned my back on him and opened the car door, but he slammed it shut.He stood close behind me. I could feel my spine stiffen from the heat coming off his body. My chest tightened as I tried to fight the urge to break down and cry.“Cassidy… I know I was never a responsible man. And you’re right when you said there’s no future with me. I’m not father material—or someone you can rely on.”My lips thinned. Anger boiled in my chest—not at him, but at myself. Because I couldn’t face it.I couldn’t face him.Back then, I was so sure I’d be ready if he ever showed up again. I thought I could give him a cold shoulder, act
Goddamn peaches!I sniffed my blazer. The scent wasn’t that scandalous. How did he even catch it? Is his nose a vacuum?"Fuck..." I groaned, stepping inside the staff prep room after supervising the catering team.My eyes fluttered shut as I sunk my ass onto the bench, thinking about what just happened. He's been occupying my head since, and I almost screwed up doing my job.Thankfully, the event ended with only minor issues—nothing our best couldn’t fix.And I am so ready to go home. Force myself to sleep. Forget what happened tonight. Convince myself I didn’t see Johnny. That I didn’t hear his voice. That I didn’t feel him so close to me.But who the hell is that Amy?Maybe I should do some research—no, no, no. Why would I care? The last thing I should ever do is even think about it. It's none of my business. "He" is none of my business.Eros told me the last time I saw him: I should never let Johnny affect me again. Because he will only hurt me.I was told to keep a distance—miles
Paralyzed.I forgot to breathe. To move. For a second, I just froze—still crouching by the stage, partly hidden behind the light rig.My grip on the clipboard tightened like I could somehow use it as a shield.How come he’s here? His name wasn’t on the guest list. I double-checked it last night. Reviewed it again this morning. No changes. No cancellations. Why is he here?Did he come uninvited? Why did they let him in?Shit! What the hell am I supposed to do?He can’t see me. Not like this. Not after I built a whole new life pretending he doesn’t exist. Which is partly true.My heart hammered against my ribcage, like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest. I stayed rooted to my spot, fighting to calm myself—but just sensing how close he was made it impossible to stay in control.“Miss?” he called again. This time, closer.What am I supposed to do?Do I face him and pretend I don’t know him? Act cold and detached? No—I can’t. I know myself too well. I’d crumble.You’re such a pu
"I'm full," I moaned after eating three servings of pasta in one go, slouching in the chair and looking all drained instead of powered up.Stefano chuckled, wiping his mouth with a napkin."First time eating real food this week?""Since forever, I think?" I replied dryly. "Thank you for this, Stefano." I paid it immediately with a sweet smile.He mirrored my smile, turning to assist his son, who had been eating messily. Stefano gently wiped Theo’s mouth clean.It had become a normal sight for me—seeing him so attentive with Theodore. And honestly? It was helping me heal more than I ever expected."Well, I know my sister can’t make you a good dish. That woman’s specialty is overboiled eggs and water," he teased, helping Theo clean his plate."She kept me company, and that was enough. Actually, it was 'more' than enough," I said with sincerity. "I can’t thank both of you enough.""And me!" Theo butted in, pointing proudly at himself.I reached for his cheek and gave it a playful poke. "
Five hundred days had passed since I left Manhattan—and I’m still counting. It’s been almost two years since I walked away from Johnny... and I’m glad to say I’ve actually found a better version of myself.I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him—that I didn’t dare look his name up in the news or flip through magazines, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face.There was a huge part of me that thought maybe he’d come looking for me. That he’d plaster my name and photo on billboards, or call the police and report me as a missing person. Me.But I guess even if I vanished off the planet for more than a whole day, no one would come searching.Back then, I thought he meant every word he said. I felt his words. They sank straight into my chest like they belonged there. I heard the sincerity in his voice when he told me he liked me... that he wanted me... that he needed me.But everything has an expiration date.Just like the ice cream I’m eating right now.“Where did you get that?” Gabriella