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Monica raised a brow. “I didn’t expect you to show up. Especially after saying I use men to get what I want and then dump them.”Brad winced. “You’re making me sound like a total jerk.”She scoffed, brow still lifted.“Fine. I’m sorry,” he said, giving in at the annoyed look on her face.“You should stop breaking into my place and try acting like a normal human being for once,” Monica said as she sat on the couch.Brad smiled faintly. “We’re back to bickering mode.”“Doesn’t mean I forgive you for what you said,” she added.“I know. I should’ve been more thoughtful—especially knowing how much you loved Tia-Tia and what you gave up for her.” His gaze dropped to the floor, then to her.Her expression shifted, her chest tightening at the mention of the little girl. “I think I’m going to need a drink.” She made to stand, but Brad gently caught her hand.“You’ve got something big tomorrow. You shouldn’t.”Reluctantly, she sat back down. “You’re right.”“I was blinded, Monica. Jealousy, gui

"Do you trust the team?" Lake extended his hand toward Monica, who looked hesitant at first.Her eyes lingered on his face for a moment—or more. Her heart pounded under the pressure. Everyone expected perfection, but she felt so unprepared. And this show… this moment… it could make or break her.But in that moment, it was his Lake's calm she focused on."I trust you." She extended her hand and grabbed his, fingers tightening slightly, as if drawing strength from him.Diane came forward with a tense smile, her clipboard clutched for support. "We have never tried anything like this before, but the other brands seem to have taken every idea already."Monica’s breath hitched. The fashion week seems to be more competitive this season. Everyone had pulled out tricks. Could she really pull this off without falling short?"We are going to own the spotlights today and nothing can change that," Lake said reassuringly, his voice confident enough to break through the mind of doubt.Diane nodded.

Monica's eyes trailed the dress before her, the spotlight already drawing attention to her. The murmurs of the crowd faded into a low hum as all eyes settled on her—waiting.Tucked between the folds of the gown was a small card. She plucked it out with careful fingers.The rest of the accessories are held by the models.Her pulse steadied. She knew what to do.Straightening her shoulders, Monica lifted the gown and walked gracefully to the center of the stage. Her heels clicked in rhythm with the hush that swept over the crowd. With a gentle motion, she twirled the dress around her once—its fabric catching the light like liquid silk. A collective gasp rippled through the audience.A chair and hanger stood just a few paces away, as if anticipating her presence. The spotlight followed every step she made, bathing her in a soft golden glow as she approached. With poise, Monica hung the dress delicately, then sank onto the chair with elegance, crossing one leg over the other, her posture

"Come up to the rooftop." — From Spencer.Monica's heart skipped. He’s back.A strange weight settled in her chest—excitement tangled with unease. It hadn’t even been 48 hours, yet it felt like she was about to face a complete stranger.She could easily stay where she was, sipping her drink and watching unfamiliar faces flit by. But her legs moved before her doubt could anchor her.“I want to make a call,” she said to Diane, who nodded, distracted by her glass.“Should I get a staff member to show you around?” Diane offered.Monica shook her head. “I just need a quick minute.”“I’ll walk with you,” Brad said, rising as he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.“No, don’t worry. I’ll be quick.” She flashed a smile, too hurried to make it convincing, then turned and walked away.Inside the elevator, she hit the button for the highest floor. Her thoughts scattered, tangled with nerves. By the time the elevator dinged, her heart was pounding."Approach the restricted zone. The sec

Monica’s eyes fluttered open, her entire body protesting the awkward position she had slept in. She must have passed out after the mind-blowing make out with Spencer. It wasn't even the complete stuff and he had her wanting more. She should probably go back down. He had turned off her phone last night. Brad and Diane might be looking for her.“Damn,” she muttered under her breath, wincing as she shifted against the cold, unyielding rooftop beneath her. A blanket was over her protecting her from the cold. Thoughtful, she smile.Beside her, Spencer lay still, eyes closed, his blonde hair tousled and falling haphazardly across his face. It was unfair—how effortlessly handsome he looked, even in sleep. If someone had told her months ago that she’d one day be lying on a rooftop next to Liam’s brother—craving his touch—she would’ve laughed it off without hesitation. But now? Now she couldn’t stop herself. Almost against her will, her fingers reached for him, gently threading through the s