A beautiful melody wafted through the air, like a gentle mist that enveloped her, lifting her spirits and soothing her troubled soul. Chloe was tempted to stay in bed, her eyes shut, and simply let the music carry her away on its ethereal waves. As the sweet sounds of music filled the room, Chloe's curiosity was piqued. Where was the music coming from? She couldn't recall Emma ever being musically inclined.Suddenly, the question of her whereabouts hit her like a ton of bricks, forcing her to abandon her desire to stay in bed. She bolted upright, her eyes widening in wonder as she took in the unfamiliar surrounding, and the sight of the marble-tiled ceiling above her only added to her confusion.Slowly, the realization dawned on her - this wasn't Emma's house. Her gaze was drawn to the bed, and she jumped into a sitting position. It wasn't a bed she recognized, and neither were the clothes wrapping her body hers.Dread gripped Chloe's heart as she contemplated the worst possible sce

"We are trending!"Ollie flashed her teeth and left questions hanging in the air."Good trend or bad trend?" Chloe asked.Days had passed since she last visited Girly Lux, yet Ollie still made sure to fill her in on all the latest news and insider gossip before she even checked her emails from her personal assistant. Chloe settled down in her fashionable Channel office chair."It depends on what you think about it," Ollie resumed. "But the company thinks it's a good trend. The marketing department wants to meet you because of that.""Now, I'm curious."Ollie lowered her phone on the table, and Chloe's eyes moved to the screen, where a vibrant, happy woman was gyrating her hips and dancing like nobody's business to a piece of background music.That woman was her.Her eyes widened in disbelief. How did her dance video surface online? Before she could even voice her concerns, Ollie was already one step ahead, chirping in promptly."Over a million views!" She sang in excitement. "And we

"Barbie!"The door creaked open as a large bouquet of flowers barged in before the owner of the voice made her way in with a wry smile on her face. The aroma that assaulted her nostrils when she finally made her way into the house let her know the direction to take.Chloe's hair was haphazardly tied in a bun, and a blue plaid apron draped over her crop top and denim shorts.She lifted her eyes from the sausage sizzling in the pan and saw Emma walking into the kitchen, her head hidden behind a large bouquet of blooms.She made a quiet scoff and went back to monitoring the cylindrical-shaped meat."I'm so sorry, Chloe," a voice came from behind the flowers. "Can you forgive me?"Chloe focused on the sizzling pan before her, ignoring Emma's presence in the kitchen. Emma had a habit of throwing in a half-hearted apology whenever she returned home after being away for days, but Chloe wasn't falling for it this time. If anything, Emma should be apologizing to her for the near-humiliation sh

Chloe's memory teased her with fragments of familiarity as she tried to recall where she had heard the name before. She searched her memory for a face, a place, or even a voice that could help her remember the context in which she heard the name."Let him in," she said.Kayla nodded, and soon the door swung open, revealing a familiar figure draped in a sophisticated gray tuxedo suit that hugged his broad shoulders and tall frame.A charming smile spread slightly across his face.As soon as Chloe caught a glimpse of his face, her memory didn't fail her, as she recognized the man who had saved her from the dark, lonely streets the other night and offered her a bed to sleep in.She had the time to study his face now - that morning, at his beautiful house, she had been too embarrassed to take more than a glimpse of his faceShe observed him intently, taking in every detail of his face like an artist painting a masterpiece. His face was carved with intricate details and chiseled to perfect

Chloe felt a flutter in her chest as Max appeared at her doorstep, exuding effortless charm and style. His striped polo shirt seemed to cling to his well-defined chest, hinting at the strength hidden underneath, and his jeans perfectly complemented his casual yet attractive appearance. Despite his informal attire, he looked incredibly dashing, and Chloe couldn't help but feel a warm flutter in her stomach.Chloe, unprepared and initially hesitant to leave the comfort of her home, adorned a simple dress that accentuated her natural beauty, and gathered her hair into a haphazard bun - her signature look for lounging at home.Her eyes shifted from Max’s warm face to the small parcel in his hand. When he saw that she was looking at it, he raised it. "Chocolate ice cream," he said. "It was hard to guess the flavor you’d like, but I know every lady loves chocolate."Chloe wasn’t a lover of chocolate or ice cream, but she smiled her thanks. If ever she wanted a cup of ice cream, she would pi