LOGINThe week refused to slow down. By Wednesday morning, the studio had settled into the kind of controlled chaos that only happened before a major event. Every department seemed to be racing against the clock. Steam curled from pressing stations, sewing machines hummed without pause while garment bags lined the walls in neat rows, each tagged with a model’s name and fitting schedule. I walked into my office with a coffee in hand and then I froze as soon as I stepped in almost spilling my coffee. There was another bouquet lying on my desk. This time it wasn't roses. It was an elegant-looking white orchid, minimal but expensive. They sat neatly in the center of my desk as though they had every right to be there. I stood over it for a moment, dropping the coffee in my hand, and felt the confusion from the previous day sharpen into something more specific. This wasn't a mislabeled delivery because a mislabeled delivery will only happen once but this was intentional.A familiar knot tightened
The office suddenly felt smaller than it had a few minutes ago. My eyes drifted back to the bouquet. The roses were beautiful. Almost too beautiful and somehow that made them feel even stranger.Maya folded her arms. "Do you think it’s someone you know?""I can’t think of anyone.""Maybe a client?"I shook my head. "If it were a client, they’d have signed the card.""True or maybe an admirer?"I gave her a look. "That doesn’t make me feel any better."She sighed. "Yeah, you’re right… it doesn’t."Silence settled between us again. I finally picked up the bouquet and held it out toward her."Can you do me a favor?"She looked down at the flowers. "What?""Please get rid of them."Her eyebrows lifted. "They are gorgeous, Lin. Are you sure?""I know they’re beautiful," I admitted. "But every time I look at them, I feel…" I searched for the right word. "Uneasy. And I don’t even know where it came from."Maya studied my face for a second before nodding. "Okay, I understand." She accepted th
We stayed there staring into each other's eyes for another few seconds before he broke the silence."So…" he smiled.I smiled back waiting for him to complete his sentence."Does this mean I can text you good morning again without overthinking it?"I laughed. "Yes, Ethan. Don’t be dramatic.""And I can send you lunch when Maya tells me you’ve skipped it?"I narrowed my eyes playfully. "So she’s been reporting to you?""I refuse to answer that."I laughed harder. "You two are impossible.""We just care about you."I shook my head. "Okay fine. Just do whatever it is that you want. I don’t mind."He smiled. "Will I see you soon?""I can’t promise that right now but I will make time."He nodded once. The conversation drifted naturally after that. We talked about the exhibition, his latest project, and the ridiculous amount of coffee I had been drinking since the exhibition plan started.At some point during the second course, he reached across the table and covered my hand with his briefl
Later that evening, I left work early so I could change out of my dress into a more comfortable outfit. I had spent most of the day at the exhibition venue walking from one end of the hall to the other, approving layouts, adjusting lighting, and answering more questions than I could count. It was exhausting but it was the kind that came with building something you loved. The sun had already dipped below the New York skyline when I got home to freshen up. I stood beneath the shower longer than usual, letting the warm water wash away the dust and tension of the day. Before I knew it, I was already humming. I smiled because maybe things really were beginning to fall back into place. Forty-five minutes later, I parked outside the restaurant Ethan had texted me earlier. A quiet Italian restaurant tucked away from the city’s usual noise, lit by soft amber lights that spilled through large windows onto the sidewalk.Ethan was already there when I arrived. He was standing outside the restaura
I cleared my throat."I appreciate your apology…" I said gently. "And I meant everything I said."He nodded once. "But we can never be friends."The words were gentle. It wasn’t said with bitterness, not with residual anger, just with the calm certainty of someone who knows exactly where their lines are and has no interest in redrawing them for anyone's comfort."I’ve forgiven you." I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. "But forgiveness doesn’t erase history."He lowered his eyes. "I don’t hate you, Daniel. At least not anymore and I’m not saying that to punish you," I continued. "I said it because it's simply the truth. There's no version of this where we stay in each other's lives and it serves either of us well. What I have to give you is forgiveness and I meant it when I said it earlier. But the door closes there."He was quiet for a moment. Something moved across his face that I chose not to analyze too deeply. Then he nodded. "I understand," he said. And it sounded li
Chapter 54. For a moment, I stood there staring at the spot where Anabel had disappeared into the crowd. The music was still playing and people were still laughing. The reunion continued around me as if nothing had happened. But I didn’t want to be there anymore. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and headed out. The cool night air hit my skin the moment I stepped outside and I immediately felt relieved. The city lights stretched across the street beyond the venue. Valet attendants moved back and forth while guests arrived and left in expensive cars. I walked toward the parking area, already thinking about getting home. Maybe Maya had been right about attending or maybe she had been completely wrong. At least now I knew where I stood with Anabel and the thought hurt more than I wanted to admit. My heels clicked against the pavement as I walked. The city was doing what New York always did at this hour, alive and indifferent all at once, taxis cutting through intersections, a distant sir
I reached for a glass of wine from a passing server and took a long sip, to give my hands something to do and to calm my nerves down."So… you came, " a voice said softly behind me.I turned slightly and saw Ethan standing next to me. My heart raced. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words woul
I left work early to come home and clear my head. I just finished dinner and was about to upload some pictures of my new collections to my fashion page.It was around 8 pm when someone knocked on my apartment door. I wasn't expecting anyone. Maya had gone home hours ago, and Anabel was busy with th
Anabel showed up at my apartment later that evening, long after I had changed out of my dress and washed off my makeup. I was just about to make myself a cup of tea when I heard her familiar knock, four quick taps and two slow ones—our signature knock since college. I froze for a second. I wasn’t e
I almost didn't go.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. I was already dressed in a beautiful emerald green dress that hugged my body perfectly. My makeup was flawless, my hair was styled, and I looked stunning. But inside, I felt like I was falling apart. I was having cold feet.I did







