Heather’s phone began to ring. She took it out and glanced at the screen.“My mom is calling,” she said.“Answer it and talk to her,” I replied.“Okay, okay. And you should go tell that girl that you’re going to help her before she packs everything up. Come on, move quickly.”Heather left to talk to her mom while I headed towards Victoria, who was standing with the photographer and director, instructing them to pack up. My gaze traveled to the other side of the room where Declan was smirking at Victoria, probably thinking he had accomplished something. He took out his phone and started typing. I didn’t know who he was messaging, but I could guess it was probably his boss, telling him about their successful plan. I felt bad for them because I wasn’t going to let it happen.I took a deep breath and walked straight up to Victoria. I overheard her saying, “I’ll talk to Eden about it, but for now we need to pack up.”“No one needs to pack up until we finish the shoot,” I said from behind h
" Do you need anything?"" Yeah, a little peace of mind because I can't work in negativity and Declan is bringing the negativity."" Darling, don't worry about him. I'll take care of him. You just need focus on your work. And the rest is on me." Victoria said and I nodded my head. And she further told me about it that she is bringing the coffee for us not the negativity. I smile and she left the studio.I stood alone, feeling lost in my thoughts when suddenly my phone began to ring. I walked over to the table and took my phone out of my bag. Glancing at the screen, I saw that Ed was calling me and my heart skipped a beat. I hesitantly answered the call." Heather?" he said, his voice filled with concern. " Ed, why are you awake at this time of night?" I asked him, my voice barely audible. " I can’t sleep and you’re also awake at this time," he replied." I can’t sleep either," I admitted. “Why can’t you sleep?”" I can’t sleep because I was thinking about something," he replied, his v
Eden's POVI was sleeping peacefully in my room, the soft hum of the birds lulling me into a deep slumber. Th sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I was lost in a dream, a smile on my lips as I drifted further into unconsciousness.Suddenly, I was jolted awake by a loud banging on the door. My heart raced as I sat up in bed, disoriented and confused. The banging continued, growing louder and more insistent. I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the door, my mind racing with possibilities. Who could be at the door at this hour? What could they possibly want?I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorknob. The banging grew louder, more frantic. I took a deep breath and turned the knob, pulling the door open.I saw Declan standing at the door, his face contorted with anger and frustration.“Why are you pounding on my door like a madman? Have you lost your mind?” I demanded, my voice rising with each word.I took a deep breath, trying
As the elevator door slide open. I stepped through the doors and make my way to the studio. Sure! Here’s an expanded version of the scene:I stepped into the studio, my eyes immediately drawn to a beautiful dress displayed on a mannequin. The dress was a white, with intricate beading and embroidery that sparkled in the light. The skirt flowed gracefully, as if caught in a gentle breeze. I couldn’t help but imagine how stunning it would look on someone.As I walked further into the room, I noticed a girl sleeping at a table. Her head was resting on her arms, and her long hair cascaded over her face, obscuring it from view. She looked peaceful, as if lost in a dream. I wondered who she was and what had brought her to this place. Was she a designer, working late into the night? Or perhaps a model, taking a break between photo shoots?Around her, the floor was scattered with fabric and beads, as if she had been working on something before falling asleep. The peacefulness of her slumber wa
“Damn it! I’m going to be late for work,” I exclaimed and jumping to my feet. It was a lie, because I couldn’t let Ed recognize me. Why the hell was he stalking me? I was so done with this. “Please, God just make me invisible so he can’t see me,” I begged silently. I stormed towards the exit, but Ed stepped in front of me, blocking my way with his infuriating silhouette.“Hey! Wait up, where do you think you’re going?” he demanded." What do you mean? let me go!" I tried walk pass him but failed to do it because he was blocking the exit. He was staring at me so intensely, his eyes never leaving mine. It felt like he was trying to read my thoughts, to understand what was going on inside my head. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, and it made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I shifted uneasily under his scrutiny, wishing I could just vanish into thin air. But he didn’t look away, and I knew that I couldn’t avoid him forever. My emotions were a jumbled mess - frustration, anger, fea
All of a sudden, he started to laughing.I didn't understand why? or what just happened to him suddenly but he just started laughing.I stood there, watching as Ed laughed sarcastically at me. His laughter echoed in my ears, making me feel frustrated and confused. I didn’t know what to do or say. I just stood there, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as he continued to mock me. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come out. I felt powerless, like a puppet on strings being controlled by someone else. I clenched my fists, trying to control the frustration that was boiling inside of me. But it was no use. The more he laughed, the more frustrated I became. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything about it. I just stood there, watching as he made a fool out of me.I asked Ed, “What’s going on? Why are you laughing so hard? I didn’t say anything funny.”Ed smirked and replied with a hint of sarcasm, “You’re kidding, right? What makes you think I’m following
I remain quiet for a moment, but my mind is racing with confusion. How could Ed be Miss Liliana’s boss? It doesn’t seem possible. Ed never mentioned it to me, or perhaps he was lying. But why would he lie? My thoughts are jumbled and nothing makes sense.I decide to ask Miss Liliana about Ed.“Psst… Psst…” I try to get Miss Liliana’s attention by making a sound, but she doesn’t respond. She seems to be ignoring me completely, as if she thinks I’m some crazy woman who can’t tell the difference between two people. My confusion grows and I feel a knot forming in my stomach. I am determined to get to the bottom of this, so I elbow her to get her attention again.“What’s your problem, girl? Why can’t you stand still and keep quiet for a moment?”“I’m sorry, Miss Liliana, but I can’t keep quiet until I find out who Ed is,” I say, my voice shaking with uncertainty.“I’ve told you a million times that he’s not Ed. Would you please stop calling him that?” she snaps.“Then who is he? What’s his
I was sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face. My chest heaved with each breath as I tried to catch my breath. I felt like my heart was breaking into a million pieces. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't stop the tears from my eyes. It felt like an eternity. Eventually, the sobs subsided, and I was left with a hollow feeling in my chest. My tears eventually stops and took a deep breath. The world around me seemed to come back into focus, but everything felt different now. The pain was still there, but it was duller, more manageable.I knew that I would have to face the world again, to pick up the pieces and move on. But for now, all I could do was sit there and try to come to terms with what had happened. The tears may have stopped, but the pain would stay with me for a long time.“You can’t even fathom what he did to me… My words trailed off, my mind reeling as my focus shifted away from Eden. In a sudden, jarring movement, he seized my arm and spun me towards the ta
I spun around, presenting the USB drive to Heather. Her eyes sparkled with relief and excitement. "Thank heavens, we've located it just in time. The runway show has already started," she exclaimed. "What? The show has begun? We need to get this USB drive to Alan Soros before the show ends," I responded, a sense of urgency creeping into my voice. "You're absolutely right. Hand me the USB drive. I'll rush it over to Alan. Meanwhile, you should go and locate Declan and Robin," Heather instructed, extending her hand towards me. Without a second thought, I placed the USB drive in her outstretched hand. Heather curled her fingers around the USB drive, a smirk playing on her lips. It was an expression I hadn't seen on her face before, "Heather, what's going on?" I asked her. In a split second, Heather's demeanor changed. The friendly, supportive Heather I knew seemed to vanish, replaced by a stranger. She looked at me, her eyes cold and distant. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice devoid
The Next DayWe all three got ready at robin house and took her Robin puff: The magic wagon. We left earlier because we don't want to be stuck in the traffic jam forever.Currently, we are waiting for Declan, outside of a hotel where the collection launch will happen. " Should we call him, Stassie?” Heather’s voice cut through the silence, her silhouette outlined against the dashboard lights of the wagon.“No, he’ll be here any moment now. He told us to wait,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the hotel entrance. As if on cue, Declan emerged from the hotel, his eyes scanning the area. Robin, quick to react, slid the back door open and waved to catch his attention. Her efforts were rewarded as Declan spotted us, crossed the road, and hopped into the back of the wagon.In his hand, he held our golden tickets to the event - the invitation letters for the fashion runway show. “Everyone got their invites?” he asked, his eyes meeting each of ours in turn.“Yeah, I guess so…” I responded, my fing
I looked up and found a dark silhouette in n the window of the of the second floor which was obvious to my eyes was heather's. She didn't do anything to help me. She just stands there and looking at my mesirable life.I turned around and walked back to my former home and took my suitcase from the porch and stopped a cab. "Take me to a budget hotel," I told the cab driver, my voice barely above a whisper. The city lights blurred past as he nodded and steered the cab towards the less glamorous part of town.Before long, we pulled up in front of a rundown building, its neon sign flickering intermittently. "Here we are, miss," the driver announced, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.I paid the fare and stepped out, my suitcase in tow. The hotel lobby was dimly lit, and a sense of unease washed over me. I approached the front desk, where a disinterested receptionist handed me a key."Room 204, second floor," he mumbled, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.As I unlocked
"He's heartbroken, Stassie, You have broken up his trust and he will never forgive you for it" he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you do this to him?"I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words I felt a lump in my throat, my heart aching at his words. "I... I never wanted to," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "Believe me, Declan, hurting Eden was the last thing I wanted." "I didn't even know I was talking to Eden Wylon," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "He never told me who he was. The first time I met him in person, I wanted to tell him the truth, but he didn't even look at me."I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He was smitten by Heather's beauty. That's why he proposed to her."Declan looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Eden didn't propose to Heather," he said, his voice firm. "Who told you that?"Robin and I exchanged a glance, a realization dawning
Three days later...It's been three days since I last saw Eden. And since then I have cried so much that no tears left in me to shed.My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist to cry.I blame myself for everything that occurred in my life and I wanted to fix it but Eden didn't give me chance to speak. I've been calling him continuously form past three days but didn't attend single call and I guess he didn't want to do anything with me. And I totally got it why? but my heart doesn't want to understand. All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the door and Robin emerged from the door and I have been staying with Robin for the past three days because she insisted me."Get ready, we're going out," Robin announced, her voice breaking through my thoughts.I looked at her, p
" Do you want me to be honest with you?” he finally spoke up and asked me. I nodded because of course, I wanted him to be honest with me so I could be honest with him too. My heart was racing so fast that it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.He looked at me, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I've been grappling with these feelings for a while now," he confessed, "It's like I've been caught in a storm, and you're the only shelter I seek."He paused, his hand gently squeezing mine. "When you're not around, it feels like the colors are less vibrant, the world less interesting. It's like I'm seeing everything in grayscale. But when you're here, it's like the world comes alive. You bring color to my world, you make everything seem brighter, more beautiful."He moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Your passion, your creativity, your spirit... they've enchanted me. You've become more than just a friend or a colleague. You've become my muse, my inspiration. And somewhere
A Week laterIt's been a week since I have last talked to Eden. Robin was so mad at me for not telling Eden the truth when I had the opportunity to come clean but how can I tell him when he telling me that he don't want me to leave his life. I can't act so cruel and break his heart. Robin don't understand me and nobody understands me. Everything thinks I am so selfish and just thinking about myself but it was nowhere near truth... I sigh heavily and the doorbell rings of our house and billy was busy in his room, working on his music and I was designing the wedding dress for Greta since I promised her that I will make her wedding ceremony dress.As I opened the door, I found Amy standing there, her arms filled with fabrics and beads for the wedding dress. I remembered asking her to bring them over. "Amy, come in," I said, stepping aside to let her into the house.I led her into the living room, which was in a state of creative chaos. Pieces of fabric were strewn across the floor, a tes
Robin’s face hardened as I mentioned Paul’s name, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a storm of anger. “That… that traitor!” she spat out, her hands clenching into fists. “I can’t believe he would do something like this!” She got up from her chair and started pacing the balcony, her steps quick and agitated. “He had no right to give Victoria that recording,” she fumed, her voice rising with each word. “That was our private conversation!” She stopped pacing and turned to face me, her eyes blazing with fury. “And to think we trusted him!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “He’s nothing but a backstabbing, manipulative liar!” Robin vent her frustration, but I wasn't worried about Paul. I was more about, what should I do? Should I tell Eden Victoria being the traitor or should I just keep my mouth shut. "I... I'm a bad person, Robin," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I lied to Eden, I made so many mistakes... I don't even know if it's fixable an
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Paul, the one I had trusted, had betrayed me. The shadow I saw at the bakery last night was indeed him. He had overheard our conversation and relayed it to Victoria. Robin was right about him all along. He was a manipulator, exploiting my vulnerabilities for his own gain.Victoria broke into my thoughts, her voice laced with triumph. "What are you thinking, Stassie? Still thinking about telling Eden the truth? If yes, then you should listen to this first," she said, a smug smile playing on her lips. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and hit play. The familiar voices filled the room - our voices from last night's conversation. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I was in utter shock.The room spun around me as the reality of the situation sunk in. I had been played, and the consequences were unimaginable. The feeling of betrayal was overwhelming, and the shock was paralyzing. Victoria's threat hung in the air, a chilling ultimatum.