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(ZAYNE'S POV)The drive to Brielle's school is dead silent.Aurianna sits in the passenger seat, staring out her window like the world outside is far more interesting than anything happening in this damn car. For days now, it's been quiet, distant, and cold between us. She barely talks to me unless it's work-related, and I've been trying so damn hard to pretend like it doesn't get under my skin.But it does. Every second of it.And today... seeing her walk out of the pool in that tiny black bikini, water running down her skin, dripping from her hair, tracing every curve-Christ, for a moment I forgot why I was pissed in the first place. I almost forgot my own name.I grip the steering wheel a little harder.Focus. Brielle first. Everything else can wait.We get to the school gates, security checks us, and they let us through. The school grounds are pristine-perfectly trimmed flower hedges, tall buildings, and students in neat uniforms going about their school day. I park in the usual v

(ZAYNE'S POV)I can't believe my ears. Two weeks. Two fucking weeks? I shake my head over and over, muttering, "No, no, no. This isn't right. Two weeks? Her exams are coming up!"The headmistress tilts her head and gives me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Mr. Beaumont, but rules are rules. If we don't punish Brielle justly, what kind of message does that send to the other students? That they can beat up their classmates at the slightest inconvenience and get a slap on the wrist?"I sink back into the chair, defeated. My fingers grip the armrests and I grind my teeth."Two weeks..." I mutter again, my voice filled with disbelief."This is how it has to be," she continues. "I'm using your daughter to set an example so incidents like this won't ever happen again. Mr and Mrs. Ashford are kind enough not to press legal charges, but this situation could've gone differently if it were other parents.""Set an example, huh," I mutter under my breath, but I can hear the bitterness in my voice.

(AURIANNA'S POV)Zayne pulls the car into the parking space right outside Valen Couture and I swear my eyeballs glitch for a second. The building is massive, all glass and clean black marble, like it was designed to intimidate anyone who isn't a billionaire or born with a silver spoon lodged up their ass.We step out and immediately the cool breeze hits my legs. I tug my jacket closer, more out of habit than cold. Zayne falls into step beside me, sliding his hands in his pockets."This is the main store," he says casually, like we're walking into a grocery shop and not what looks like a fashion museum. "Cameron's family has locations across the States, Europe, and Asia. But this one? This is their flagship. The best clothes, the best shoes, accessories, whatever you need-it's right here."I snort. "You say that like I've ever been in a place like this before."He gives me a sideways look. "Haven't you?""No." I shake my head, staring up at the giant gold V logo over the doors. "I'm no

(AURIANNA'S POV)I stand in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection like I'm trying to decide if I look dangerously pretty or just pretty.The dress Zayne bought me fits too well. It hugs every curve like it was tailored on my body-snug at the waist, smooth over my hips, shimmering under the bedroom lights. My hair's already curled and styled to the side, makeup done-smoky eyes, glossed lips, nothing too dramatic or over the top.Once I'm satisfied with my face, I step away from the vanity and move to the bed.My heels wait for me in a box.I sit on the bed, open the box and I can't help but gawk at the heels again. They glitter like they're carved out of glass, catching every fleck of light.I slip them on and stand slowly, careful, testing the height. They feel perfect. I turn around and look at myself in the full-length mirror again.Yeah.I look good.I start to adjust the dress when someone knocks at the door."Come in," I call out.The door opens and Zayne walks in.The mom

(AURIANNA'S POV)The second I walk in, I gasp.The venue looks like Cameron reached into a fairytale, stole its heart, and then charged everyone ten grand a seat to witness the result.The runway is the first thing that grabs my attention. It's a long, mirrored path that looks like a river, catching every bit of light and throwing it back in soft ripples. At the end of it, there's a massive iron gate shaped like the entrance to some enchanted garden, twined with metal roses glowing faintly gold.Overhead, crystal chandeliers hang at different heights, shaped like falling droplets suspended mid-air. As I move, the crystals catch the light and throw tiny rainbows around the room. It's dramatic. It's extra. But it's perfect for Valen Couture.Above everything floats a huge installation of roses, peonies, and orchids in blush, champagne, and deep red. No visible wires. Just a cloud of flowers hanging overhead like some romantic fever dream.The crowd buzzes with fashion people holding the