LOGINWhen I woke up the next morning, everything still hurt my head, my body, and my heart. Nothing had changed. Ethan was still Anabel's brother. The rule was still the rule. And I was still stuck in the middle of the worst situation I'd ever been in, still confused about what to do. I wish it were all a dream.
I picked up my phone. And I saw another three messages from Ethan and two from Anabel. I opened Anabel's first.
[Anabel: Morning, babe! Don't forget about Ethan's welcome party this weekend. You're coming, right?]
[Anabel: I really want you to meet my brother properly. I think you guys would actually get along. He's smart and funny just like you.]
I felt sick reading these messages. If only Anabel knew. I didn't reply to her messages. I checked Ethan’s text too.
[Ethan: Linda, please talk to me. Whatever I did, I'm sorry.]
[Ethan: I miss you.]
[Ethan: At least tell me you're okay.]
Each message felt like a knife twisting deeper into my heart. But I couldn't respond to any of it. Because if I did, I'd want to see him. And if I saw him, I'd fall even harder. And that is not going to help me in any way.I just locked my phone and dragged myself to the bathroom to get ready for work. I told myself I'd figure this out one day at a time.
But deep down, I knew the truth. There was no good way out of this. Someone was going to get hurt. And I was terrified it would be all of us.
I showed up at my studio with sunglasses on and two coffees in my hand. Maya took one look at me and noticed immediately that something was wrong.
"Okay, Lin…what happened?" she asked, following me into my office.
"Nothing happened," I said coldly. She raised an eyebrow.
"Lin, you don't even know how to lie. You look like you cried all night. And you never drink two coffees. So spill it now!!!"
She moved closer and removed the sunglasses to confirm what she just said. I set both cups down on my desk and sank into my chair.
"I can't talk about it, Maya. It's complicated; you can't understand."
"Then make me understand. Is it the mystery guy? Ethan?"
Just hearing his name made my chest tighten. I nodded slowly with tears forming in my eyes.
Maya sat down across from me, and her usual teasing smile vanished. "Did he do something to you? Because if he hurts you, I will personally skin….."
"No," I cut her off. "He didn't do anything wrong, and that's the problem."
She tilted her head, confused. "I don't understand. What do you mean he didn't do anything wrong, and that's a problem?"
"I can't see him anymore, Maya. It's... complicated."
"Complicated how? Linda, are you going to explain to me, or do you want to keep beating around the bush?"
I looked at her, debating whether to say it out loud. But keeping it inside was killing me. I needed to let someone know before I go crazy.
"He's Anabel's brother, Maya," I finally said, breaking into tears.
Maya's eyes went wide. "Wait. What? The guy from the bar is Anabel’s brother? Your Anabel?"
"Yes, my Anabel." I dropped my head into my hands.
Maya leaned back slowly. “Oh... Wow.”
“Yeah,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh. Maya stayed quiet, letting it sink in.
“So… Anabel doesn’t know?” Maya asked.
“No, she doesn't,” I said quickly.
“And Ethan?”
“He doesn’t know either. Not yet.”
Maya rubbed her forehead. “Wow...”
"I didn't know. Maya, I swear I didn't know. And now that I do, and I can't... I can't do this. I can’t see Ethan anymore."
"Why not? Is it not even better that he's your best friend's brother?" Maya asked, looking confused.
I looked up at her like she'd lost her mind. I started shaking my head. "Maya, you don't understand; you don't get it."
Maya was still looking confused. "Okay… explain to me what you mean because I don’t get you, and you are scaring me…"
"Anabel and I have a rule," I screamed. "We made a rule some years back that there is no dating of family members. It's the one line we don't and can’t cross."
"Okay, but..." Maya hesitated. "Lin, you really like him, don't you?"
I didn't answer Maya immediately. I was just staring at her. My silence said everything. I eventually replied, “Yes,” I whispered. “I really do.”
"Then tell Anabel," Maya said gently. "Talk to her. I’m sure she'll understand."
"She won't," I replied, shaking my head in disagreement.
"You don't know that."
"Yes, I do." I stood up and started sorting through fabric samples on the table beside me; I needed something to do with my hands.
"You don't know her as I do. This rule isn't just something we made up on a whim. It really matters to her. Family matters to Anabel a lot. And I'm not going to be the person who breaks that."
Maya was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, "So… what are you going to do about it now?"
"I'm going to end it before it even starts."
Maya leaned forward. “Lin, I get it. You’re trying to protect everyone. But shutting him out without a word? That’s not you, and it’s not fair on him either.
“I don’t have a choice,” I said quietly. “If I keep seeing him, it’ll only get worse.”
“And what if you already love him?” she asked quietly.
The questions hit harder, and I could feel the pain in my chest. I couldn't answer Maya.
Maya reached for my hand across the desk and took it. "Listen to me, Maya. You don’t have to decide everything today. But you can’t pretend this thing between you and Ethan didn’t happen."
I nodded, my eyes stinging. “I know.”
“Then start with honesty,” she said. “At least with him, he deserves to know.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. Not yet.”
She squeezed my hand. “Okay. Then at least be honest with yourself.”
I pulled my hand back and wiped my face quickly. “Can we please just… work?”
Maya stood up. “Okay, fine. I will leave you for now.”She paused at the door. "But Lin?…"
I looked up.
“Running away doesn’t stop feelings. It just makes them hurt more.”
After she left, I stared at my phone for a long time. There were more missed calls. More messages.
I didn’t open them.
Not because I didn’t care. But because I cared too much, and that scared me more than anything else.
Six months after StyledByLin’s comeback exhibition, I stood in the middle of our showroom, watching a team of people move around me as though they had been doing this together for years. I could still remember the feeling of standing on that runway, looking out at a room full of people who had come to see my work. I remembered the applause, the conversations that followed, and the quiet disbelief I felt when I realized that the future I’d fought so hard for might finally be within reach. That evening had changed things for StyledByLin, but the months that followed had changed even more. Now, garment racks lined our showroom walls, each piece arranged carefully beneath warm lighting. Two clients sat near the front windows, discussing a custom order with one of my designers, while Maya stood at the reception desk, reviewing the schedule for the week. A delivery arrived at the entrance, someone called for a steamer, and my phone vibrated with an email confirming another order from a bou
I held my hand out a little further and that was all it took. Anabel stepped forward, and I pulled her into my arms. She clung to me, her tears soaking into my shoulder as the bouquet she had been holding pressed awkwardly between us. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes, letting my own tears fall. For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. There was too much history between us for a simple apology to carry it all, too much love, hurt, and too many memories to pretend we could return to the way things had been before. But I could hold her and admit that I still loved her, even if I was still learning how to trust her again."I thought hurting you would somehow make things better," she whispered against my shoulder. "I thought if I could get you back, everything would go back to the way it was. But all it did was make us both miserable."I tightened my arms around her. "You hurt me, Anabel.""I know.""And I can’t promise I’ll never be angry about it again.""I understa
They were seated together, both looking towards the stage. Ethan watched me with a quiet smile, dressed in a dark suit that made him look every bit as composed as I remembered. Yet there was something in his expression that made my chest tighten. He looked proud and for a moment, I forgot the words I had planned to say next. Ethan had told me he wouldn’t be able to come, and I had tried to accept it without making him feel guilty about everything he was handling. Yet there he was, sitting beside Anabel and watching me as though he had never intended to miss this moment. My gaze shifted briefly to her. She looked uncertain, almost as though she didn’t know whether I would be happy to see her or wish she hadn’t come. Surprise, relief, and happiness rose in me alongside the ache of missing them both.I swallowed, forcing myself to compose my expression before the audience noticed I’d lost my place."I’m sorry," I said with a small laugh, drawing a few gentle smiles from the crowd. "I thi
Maya and I stepped out to welcome the guests. I recognized a few faces from photographs and fashion events, while others were people whose names I knew better than their faces. Several belonged to Mrs. Lawson’s social circle, people whose connections could open doors most designers spent years trying to reach. I was still trying to make sense of the growing crowd when another car pulled up and Mrs. Lawson stepped out, looking as composed and elegant as ever. I went forward to greet her. "Mrs. Lawson, thank you for coming."She looked me over, then glanced towards the hall. "Well, look at you," she said. "You’ve actually pulled this together."I laughed nervously. "I’m trying my best.""Good… Because I’ve been talking about you."I blinked. "You have?""Of course. I’ve told my friends all about this exhibition. I’ve been bragging about you, Linda, so I hope you don’t disappoint me." Her tone was sharp enough to make me laugh, but there was no doubt about the confidence behind her word
Before we ended the call, Ethan fell silent."Lin?""Yes?""Whatever happens tomorrow, remember that one exhibition doesn’t define your entire future. It’s a beginning, not a final judgment."I looked towards the window, where the city lights glimmered beyond the glass. "I’ll try to remember that.""Good. And please eat your dinner before it gets cold."I glanced at the empty food container beside me and laughed. "Too late.""See? I know you. Now go get some sleep, my designer.""You too. Good night Ethan.""Good night."The call ended, and I sat there holding my phone for another moment. Ethan had called, listened, and made me feel cared for without making me feel foolish for needing reassurance. I still wished he could be there tomorrow, but I wasn’t going to let that disappointment overshadow everything I’d worked for. I went to bed with my alarm set, my exhibition schedule saved, and a nervous excitement fluttering beneath my ribs. Tomorrow, StyledbyLin would step into the light a
Chapter 77By evening, the last outstanding details had been confirmed. The models had received their schedules, the event team had the final arrangements, and the collection was ready. I was sitting at my desk, reviewing the final checklist, when my phone lit up. It was Ethan and a small smile crossed my face before I answered."Hey.""Hi, Lin. How are you holding up? How's the planning going?"I smiled before I could stop myself, then I leaned back in my chair. "I’m good. Tired but good. Wondering if I should cancel everything and pretend I never started this business.""You could. But then you’d have to explain to an entire room why they showed up to admire an empty runway."I laughed, shaking my head. "Well, almost everything is ready. Maya and I checked the venue today, and the team has been working really hard. There are a few final things to confirm, but nothing major.""I’m glad to hear that."I could hear the genuine relief in his voice."You’ve put a lot into this," he conti
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







