Semua Bab The Forced Marriage The Invisible Wife : Bab 11 - Bab 16

[ ARIA’S POV ]I stood outside Luca’s office, my hand hovering over the doorknob, shaking. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Would he actually listen to me, or would he just throw me out?It had started earlier that evening while I was watching a show. Seeing the clothes on screen had reawakened a passion for design I thought I’d buried a long time ago simply because I never had the help to pursue it."Are you just going to stand there, or are you coming in?"Luca’s voice cut through the door. It was low, dangerous, and made my heart skip a beat.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.I walked in slowly, my feet heavy. Three minutes passed. I just stood there in the middle of the room, not saying a word, my fingers tightly gripping the hem of my gown.Luca sighed loudly and slammed his pen down on the desk."Are we going to do this all day, or are you going to speak? If you have nothing to say, Aria, get the fuck out.""I... I want to do fashion," I sputtered, the word

[ ARIA’S POV ]Lucas took my portfolio from his desk and started flipping through it right in front of us.The room went dead silent.I stood frozen by the door, squeezing my fingers together. Next to me, Elara was glaring daggers at the side of my face.At first, I knew he just wanted to give it a quick glance before sending it off. But the more he looked, the more his face changed.He stopped on one specific sketch.The lines were clean, everything had a purpose, and the colors actually felt like something. Luca leaned back a bit, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the page."She did this?" he muttered to himself.He turned another page. Then another.For the first time since I'd known him, Luca looked genuinely impressed. But he hid it fast. His face went totally blank again as he closed the folder and set it down on the desk.Elara stood up straighter, trying to mask how nervous she was.Luca crossed his arms, looking back and forth between us."Two companies are ready, I already

[ ELERA’S POV ]"Out of my office, both of you," Luca cut me off, not even bothering to look up from his desk. "Get to work. Your first fashion show is in two months."Luca actually shouted at me. Ever since that bitch married him, she has been turning his mind against me. Luca used to give me anything I wanted. Now, he is putting my life on the line for a competition against her? A nameless nobody? No way. I am not going to sit back and let her take my place.Walking out of Luca’s office, I hurried to the elevator. I needed to get to the lobby fast to pick the best manager before she could."Hey, wait for me! Don’t close the door in my face!" she yelled, rushing toward the elevator.I smirked, pressed the button, and watched the doors slide shut right in front of her. I flipped her the middle finger through the glass. Fuck you, whore, I mouthed.When the doors opened at the lobby, I marched straight to the front desk. "Where are the managers Luca sent?" I demanded."Oh, Miss Elera! T