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Chapter 1

By the time the second bottle of champagne exploded, the party had become even louder.To everyone at Westbridge, Luca was the untamable racing captain who had escaped his girlfriend’s leash for another thirty days. To me, he was the man I had finally decided to stop waiting for.Luca had always resisted responsibility. Now that we were in our final year, his father wanted him to plan his career, while his professors expected him to quit dangerous racing and finish our senior design project.These thirty days were the only time each year he believed he owed nothing to anyone. Although he looked down on the racing team’s crude parties, he never missed their annual “Back on the Market” celebration.Luca and I met in New York when we were fifteen. He was the reckless boy who rode his motorcycle onto campus. I was the straight-A student who never lost a jewelry design competition.His wildness and my composure made us Westbridge’s most unlikely couple.We started dating at eighteen. At fir

Chapter 2

Natalie was the woman Luca dated during our first break. She had been a fashion communications freshman who genuinely believed she had found a new relationship.When Luca returned to me after twenty-seven days, she learned that she had been a temporary part of our arrangement. He later secured her a publicity position with the racing team as compensation, and over the years, she unexpectedly became my friend.A drunk teammate stumbled past us.“Our future Mrs. Bellini must be praying no one steals Luca. He’ll come running back in thirty days, just like always. Right, Elena?”Natalie shoved him away. “Go finish your drink.”Then she leaned closer.“If Luca gets to play around, so should you. Why are you always the one waiting? There are millions of men in New York.”I swirled the ice in my glass.“If you want to win big, follow my bet.”Natalie turned sharply, but before she could question me, whistles erupted around the dance floor.Luca was dancing with a slender redhead in a black le

Chapter 3

Back in the private room, the tango accelerated into a wild Latin rhythm.Luca and Sienna spun across the dance floor, their bodies nearly pressed together. Her red hair flew around her, and her short leather skirt climbed higher with every turn.The music stopped. They stared at each other, breathless, then burst into laughter.“You kept your promise,” Sienna said, still pressed against him. “You broke the rules for me again.”Luca gave her a crooked smile.“You said nothing felt exciting without me. I’m too softhearted to refuse.”Her hand slid down his chest and stopped over his old rib injury. Luca winced when she pressed it, but he did not move her hand.Even then, my first instinct was to worry about him.As Sienna’s fingers reached his open collar, Luca caught her wrist and dropped to one knee.The room fell silent.Sienna covered her mouth as he removed a black velvet box from his jacket.Inside was a rare royal-blue sapphire surrounded by diamonds. Delicate platinum chains str

Chapter 4

Luca did not return to the apartment after the party.I sat beside the floor-to-ceiling windows until dawn, watching the Manhattan lights fade. My chest still ached, but my thoughts had become strangely calm.During every previous break, I had waited for him.This time, I began removing him from my life.The following morning, I reopened an offer from the Milan Institute of Design. It had arrived three weeks earlier: a place in its one-year jewelry research program with a full scholarship.I had hesitated because the studio Luca and I planned to open had reached the final round of Westbridge’s graduate start-up program. We had rented a workspace, planned to renew our apartment lease, and convinced investors that we were building a future together in New York.I had arranged my entire future around Luca.That morning, I began taking it back.I clicked Accept.Then I emailed our project adviser and withdrew from the start-up proposal.She called within minutes.“Elena, you created the en

Chapter 5

Luca returned three hours later. By then, my flight had already left New York.Sienna had never been in real danger. Her car had stalled inside a locked service yard after the illegal race was shut down. A security guard had opened the gate before Luca arrived, but Sienna still waited for him beside her car, shivering dramatically in his jacket.He drove her home, listened to her complain about the organizers, and returned to the apartment expecting me to be asleep. Instead, he found my key on the kitchen counter."Elena?"His voice echoed through the empty rooms. He checked the bedroom, bathroom, and studio. My clothes were gone. So were my books, tools, sketches, and toiletries. The photographs I had packed were stacked beside the belongings he had left behind.At first, he was irritated rather than frightened.He called me three times. Each call went directly to voicemail. "Elena, I know you're angry, but disappearing without a conversation is childish."His second message was less

Chapter 6

Milan did not give me time to fall apart. The program began two days after I arrived. My professors cared about my portfolio, not the scandal at Westbridge. My classmates knew me as the designer of the blue sapphire necklace, not as Luca's abandoned girlfriend.I rented a small apartment near campus and converted the brightest corner into a workbench. Each morning, I attended lectures on stone conservation and experimental metalwork. Each afternoon, I worked in the studio until the security staff asked me to leave. For the first time, my future belonged only to me.Back in New York, Luca discovered how much of his life I had been holding together. He missed the deadline to revise his graduation project. The racing team lost a sponsor because he had ignored three contract meetings. His father refused to intervene."You wanted freedom," Mr. Bellini told him. "Freedom includes dealing with your own consequences."Sienna tried to distract him. She brought him to parties, arranged late-nigh

Chapter 7

The pain began shortly before midnight. At first, I told myself it was exhaustion. Then the cramping sharpened, and blood soaked through my clothes.I called emergency services. At the hospital, an ultrasound confirmed what I already feared. The pregnancy had stopped developing weeks earlier. Nothing I had done that night caused it. The doctor explained this twice, perhaps because I kept asking whether flying, working, or waiting too long had made the difference.Sometimes, she said, a pregnancy ends despite every effort to protect it.I signed the forms alone.Natalie arrived the next morning. She had called to check on me, heard something wrong in my voice, and booked the first flight to Milan. When she entered the hospital room, she did not offer empty reassurance. She sat beside me and held my hand."I'm sorry," she said.That was enough.Luca learned three days later. Natalie had not intended to tell him. But when he called her for the twentieth time, demanding to know whether I w

Chapter 8

Luca returned to New York alone.Sienna was waiting outside his apartment when he arrived. She sat on the hood of her car, wearing a red jacket and holding two helmets."I thought you might need to clear your head."Luca walked past her. "Elena lost the baby."Sienna's smile disappeared. For a moment, genuine shock crossed her face. "I didn't know she was pregnant.""Neither did I.""That isn't my fault."Luca stopped at the entrance. "I didn't say it was."Sienna followed him inside. "Then why are you looking at me like that? I never asked you to abandon her. I always told you she was your future.""And what were you?"Sienna dropped the helmets onto the table. "I was the person who made you feel alive.""No. You were the person who made it easy for me to avoid growing up."Her expression hardened. "You loved every second of it."Luca did not deny it. That seemed to anger her more.Sienna crossed her arms. "Do you want the truth? I never wanted her life. I didn't want the apartment, t

Chapter 9

The Milan exhibition opened six months later.My collection occupied the center of the gallery. Six pieces rested inside glass cases, each made from metal that had been cut, burned, and reshaped. The final piece had an empty setting where a gemstone should have been. I called it The Future I Stopped Waiting For.Natalie flew in from New York for opening night. She arrived wearing silver heels and immediately began correcting the placement of my promotional cards. "You may be brilliant," she said, "but your sense of event layout remains tragic."I laughed for the first time that evening.A young curator named Luca approached with two glasses of sparkling water. He had worked with me throughout the exhibition and never once treated my silence as permission to decide for me. "Your professor is looking for you," he said. "A gallery in Paris wants to discuss the collection."Natalie accepted one of the drinks and inspected him openly. "You must be Luca."He smiled. "And you must be the frie

Chapter 10

One year later, Westbridge invited me to headline its annual graduate design exhibition.I returned to New York with a new collection and a contract to join a European jewelry house as its youngest associate designer. The campus looked smaller than I remembered.The racing garage still stood behind the engineering building, but Luca's name had been removed from the captain's board. Sienna had left Westbridge before graduating. Her extreme-sports account remained active, though Luca never appeared in it again.Natalie met me outside the gallery. "You have twenty minutes before the press preview.""I know.""And someone is waiting inside."I did not need to ask who.Luca stood before the central display. Inside the case lay the sapphire necklace, or what remained of it. I had dismantled the original design. The flowing chains and meteor shape were gone. I recut the platinum into two separate arcs that never touched. The sapphire rested between them, held in place without pretending the p

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