LOGINThe morning started with a soft yawn from Rue, who was already sitting by the bedroom door before Valentina even stirred. The pup’s tiny frame and eager eyes blinked up at her like a silent nudge. Outside, the sky was still a pale blue, it looked like the weather was confused abd didn't yet know whether it wanted to warm or chill the air. Inside, the house was quiet, peaceful and it made her happy. She was bubbly today.Val pushed off the covers with a low groan and sat up slowly, watching Rue scamper across the room as if she’d been waiting all night for someone to join her in the day. She reached down and scratched gently behind her ear, murmuring, “Alright, alright… you win.”Olive was already waiting downstairs, leaned casually against the kitchen counter with her phone in one hand and a cup of something hot in the other. She looked up when Val entered, dressed in sweats, her hair loose and still a little rumpled from sleep.“Good morning, ma'am, the car is ready and running, woul
The foundation resumed at full speed that morning, just as expected. After the brief pause yesterday to let things cool down, everyone was back in motion again—meetings, calendar updates, and a campaign schedule that didn’t leave much room to breathe. Ten days of on-ground activity across different cities was a lot even on a normal week. But with the online post still echoing in comment sections and people whispering behind corners, things didn’t quite feel normal.Valentina had planned to sleep a little longer after yesterday's unexpected detour with Lucas, but the soft movement in the hallway pulled her out of sleep. She heard a coat sleeve rustle, keys slipping into a pocket, and a quiet breath as someone passed her room.When she finally got up, the sun had only barely pushed its way through the curtains. She took her time getting dressed, unsure if she wanted to acknowledge how the quiet hum of domestic life had felt oddly comforting. In the kitchen, Lucas only looked up from his
After three days of press madness, canceled meetings, and murmurs spilling across every hall of the foundation, the board finally made a decision: a full day off. The idea was to pause everything. Let the noise settle. They'll be no shoots, no planning, no PR rounds of any sort. One still day before the official ten-day campaign run began tomorrow.The message came in the night before, and she had barely acknowledged it when it arrived, simply placing his phone down and turning off the light, her heart flooding with happiness and relief. She was exhausted, emotionally and mentally, so her plan was simple — sleep in, hide under her covers, and pretend the world outside didn’t have her name in its mouth.But that morning, sometime past seven, she felt a kiss at the edge of her cheek. Light. Then his voice near her ear, surprisingly loving but with that usual press of authority that always left little room for discussion."Get dressed," he said. "Meet me outside. We’ve got somewhere to b
NEXT DAYAlecia stood outside the small corner cafe, watching as the sun reflected off the dusty windows. It was mid-morning, and the street was mostly quiet except for the occasional couple strolling past or the hum of a delivery truck pulling away. The photograph she'd printed was folded once in her hand, fingers curling around the crease like it might disappear if she let go.She hadn’t seen Roberto since the day of his release, and she didn't know if she should feel sad or happy about it.She hadn't asked Bianca either—partly because Bianca was still out of the country, but mostly because asking would mean showing her hand. And Alecia had no interest in looking pressed. So she did what she always did: she traced things back.The photo showed him sitting outside this same cafe, coffee in front of him, Bianca leaning across the table with that expression she wore only when she wanted something. Alecia had stared at it for too long the night she found it on the flash drive along with
Aisha spoke from the other end. "…He'll be giving a statement tonight. After the dinner event, you'll need to be there"Valentina stood a few feet away away from her tablet, hands resting lightly against the back of a chair. "Sure, I'll clear everything thing else." Truthfully, she was too tired to care about whatever statement was being given out, the press will only take what they want to hear. Her name was already being dragged through places she'd never even visited. Every headline either sliced her open or buried her in cheap sympathy."Alright then, see you" she said simply, andBy the time she stepped outside the house later that afternoon, the weather was warm, surprisingly, so she had her sunglasses on, head low, a plain black coat even though it was too warm for it. She kept thinking someone would say her name, shout something, stop her.But the street was quiet and she appreciated that.Olive was already waiting by the car, door open, with her phone in hand. Val slid into t
SAME DAY- EVENINGVal didn’t even realize how long she’d been staring at her phone. The screen lit up in her hand, and she was still sitting by the window, one leg curled beneath her, the other stretched out. Outside, the sun had dipped low, casting long shadows across the floor — she hadn’t moved since she got back from the shoot. Her muscles ached a lot, she wondered if the work was really worth all the stress. She needed a massage.Messages from the post has been popping up all day and now it was really getting into her head, she couldn't stop herself from looking and reading.Another new post wasn’t even from one of the big blogs. Just a random user with a following barely past four digits, but the words were harsh and catching fire fast. It opened with a screenshot of a campaign photo of her face front and center and the caption read “Is this really the image we want for young girls? Nepotism, scandal, and murderers.”The comment section had spiraled within minutes.She scrolled,







