Semua Bab Dear Ex, You Missed a Fashion Icon: Bab 1 - Bab 10

MARISSA Ten years later “Good evening everyone, we are all gathered here for the Avery Contour Award that is being given out to the best designer in Greenville every ten years.” The lady who stood at the podium looked smart and confident, a bright smile on her face as the eyes of different important personalities were glued on her. The huge hall on the last floor of Honeyville Hotel held only significant faces. Top designers and CEOs of conglomerates that were born from successful fashion houses. As I walked in, the hall didn’t hold many people, but the few people in here were the ones who called the shots in Greenville. These were the people who gathered once every ten years to watch someone be crowned the Queen of Fashion. Greenville was a city that boasted the most popular and famous fashion houses in the world. Top designers were born and raised here. If you wanted to be well known in the fashion industry, Greenville was the best place to be. And if you wanted to be the bigge

MARISSA “She is no Marissa, Tristan! She cannot be!” Tina rushed forward, trying to clutch Tristan, but he shoved her hand away, his eyes stuck on me. “You are Marissa, are you? Please tell me that you are.” Tristan rushed toward me and held my hand desperately. I wriggled my hand out of his grip almost immediately. “Mind your manners, sir. Mr Smith, was I brought here to be harassed? This is so unbelievable.” I pretended my distress was getting worse. “You…” Donovan took it up again, wagging his finger at Tristan, who could not take his eyes off me. “It seems you do not understand the severity of the situation! This woman here is the nominee for tonight’s Avery Couture Award and the woman I said I would be recommending to your fashion house to boost your company to higher heights! Now you have lost your chance, you fool!” Donovan yelled. My eyes widened slightly in surprise. Is that so? Mr Smith had travelled all the way to Monterio and waited days for an appointment with me

MARISSA At that point, everyone turned toward the doorway. Tristan stood there. He looked like someone who had rushed in from another floor, his breathing slightly uneven. Yet his expression was unnervingly calm, as though he was forcing composure upon himself. Tina reacted immediately. She hurried toward him and grabbed his arm, relief flashing across her face. “Tristan, you’re finally here.” Everyone in the company knew they were dating. That was why she didn’t hesitate to cling to him the way she did. She needed him on her side. She needed his authority. “She barged in here and started harassing me,” Tina said quickly, pointing at me. “I don’t even understand what she’s saying. She keeps claiming she’s the director of this team. That woman will never learn her place. Not in the past or now.” Then she lowered her voice slightly, though everyone could still hear. “I thought you were just mincing words the other day at the banquet. You weren’t seriously planning to make her a

MARISSAI had rushed out of the office, my heels striking the floor with purpose, heading straight for the elevator.I was just about to press the button when a body slammed into my path.“Marissa. Marissa, please wait. Please.”Tristan stood there, breathless, panic splashed across his face.I turned slowly.“Tristan, you’re pushing me,” I said calmly. Too calmly. “You’re pushing me to the very last thread of my patience.”He clasped his hands together, desperation written all over him. “Please. Forgive me.”Something dark and cold settled in my chest.“Do not mention those shares again,” I warned quietly, pointing at him. “Do it, and you will pay dearly.”He swallowed hard. “I understand.”“Good. Now move. I can’t stand to be here any longer.”He hesitated. “But the papers. You still need to sign them to seal our partnership.”I let out a slow laugh and gave him a sadistic smile.“The shares,” I said, returning back to the subject again.“You think I don’t know your trick? You want

ELARAThe next day, my car stopped directly in front of the company building.As soon as the door opened, that woman appeared.Tina. That was her job as my assistant. Waiting on me like a servant. She moved toward the car with the confidence and enthusiasm of someone who thought she had already won, which was weird because the past few days, she had always worn an irritated look around me.My driver stepped out first, opening the door for me, and before I even placed my heels on the ground, Tina was already standing there.She knew my routine. She knew my timing.“Good morning, Marissa,” she said casually.I paused.Slowly, I lifted my gaze to her.“So now you call your superior by her name?” I asked calmly.Tina smiled.It was strange.Back then, when I used to deliberately put her in her place, she always wore that stiff, angry expression. The kind that screamed resentment. But now she smiled easily, almost amused.“Oh, I’m sorry, Miss Walters,” she replied lightly. “I didn’t reali