All Chapters of Beautiful But Unlucky : Chapter 81 - Chapter 83

POV: Silvia It’s funny how full-circle moments come without fireworks.They don’t announce themselves. No dramatic music. No slow-motion montage of your transformation. Just you, standing backstage with slightly trembling hands, wondering how the hell you got here without falling apart.The luxury convention center smelled like citrus, lavender, and nerves. I was scheduled to speak at 2:15 PM on Panel B: Women in Power: Beauty and Business. I’d laughed when the invite first arrived, half-convinced it was a prank or an elaborate setup to put me in a room with the same women who once whispered behind my back.But it was real.The badge around my neck said so.Silvia Moretti – Founder, Model, Advocate.Three words. A whole damn journey.I adjusted the mic clipped to my lapel and looked down at my cue cards. They were shaking slightly in my hand. Not enough to panic - but enough to remind me I still cared. That I wasn’t

POV: SilviaI didn’t tell anyone where I was going.Not because I had something to hide, but because I needed silence. Not advice, not comfort. Just space.Calvin offered to drive me.He didn’t push - just looked at me from across the kitchen island that morning, holding his coffee like he already knew my answer.“You sure?” he asked.I nodded once. “Yeah. This one’s mine.”He didn’t argue. Just leaned forward and kissed my forehead like I was porcelain and iron all at once.---The drive to my old house felt like someone else’s road trip.The sky was a soft, hazy gray. Music player on low. I wasn’t listening. My hands gripped the wheel tighter than necessary, and every turn felt like time folding in on itself.I hadn’t been back since everything blew up.Since the headlines.Since the photos.Since I stopped pretending I was okay in rooms that tried to