I reached my house, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. The familiar scent of home filled my senses as I closed the door behind me. I kicked off my shoes and made a beeline for my room, my safe haven. I collapsed onto my bed, the softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the harsh reality I was grappling with.As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, the events of the day replayed in my mind like a movie on loop. How did Eden find me? What did he want from me? These questions swirled in my mind, each one a painful reminder of our encounter.I wanted to forget about Eden, to erase him from my memory. But he was like a shadow, constantly crossing my path, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. His words, his actions, his gaze - they haunted me, leaving me feeling helpless and trapped.I felt a sense of despair washing over me. It was as if I was caught in a storm with no shelter in sight. But amidst this turmoil, there was a glimmer of hope. A resolve that I wouldn’t let
genuinely feel guilty about it. I shouldn't have left him alone in there. Now he has lost his calm and mind. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “Benny,” I began, my voice barely more than a whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry for leaving you at the club last night. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”Benny turned to look at me, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth. “Your apology doesn’t fix anything,” he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment. “Because of your thoughtless actions, I had to suffer. I had to scrub the filthy bathroom floor of the club, clean up the entire place all by myself. And to top it all off, I lost my job.”His words hit me like a physical blow. The reality of the consequences of my actions finally sunk in. I hadn’t realized how much Benny had suffered because of my mistake.Suddenly, Benny’s anger flared up again. With the knife still in his hand, he lunged at me. A scream tore from my throat as I turned and ran.
I couldn’t bring myself to trust a single word he said, knowing how effortlessly he could shift blame onto others while keeping his own hands clean.“I don’t believe you. Perhaps you were the one who closed the program and now you’re blaming others just to appear noble in my eyes,” I retorted, crossing my arms defensively over my chest.“What kind of twisted mind do you possess? How can you even conceive such a negative scenario?” he shot back. But before I could respond, he cut me off, “You know, I was absolutely correct about you. I should never have listened to Declan in the first place.”I was left puzzled, unsure of who he was referring to or what he was talking about. Had he lost his sanity? Oh wait, he never had any to begin with.Eden’s POVI found myself hoping that Declan would be pleased to see me here, being berated by this girl. I regretted ever listening to him or coming here to apologize to her.FLASHBACK“ Eden, what are you going to achieve by sitting alone in your of
found myself in a whirlwind of confusion. Just moments ago, Eden couldn’t stand the sight of me, and now he was offering me a job. His sudden change of heart was disconcerting, to say the least.What had happened to him? Why this sudden shift in his demeanor? His words echoed in my mind, creating a cacophony of thoughts that left me in a state of turmoil. Should I believe him? Or was this just another one of his games?His offer was tempting, no doubt. A full scholarship, an internship with some of the best designers in the world, and a salary to boot. It was everything I had dreamed of and more. But could I trust him? Could I trust Eden Waylon?I looked at him, his face impassive, giving nothing away. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw sincerity there. But then again, Eden was known for his convincing performances.I was torn between my desire to accept his offer and my fear of being played yet again. “You’re joking, right?” Robin’s voice echoed in the room, her to
Upon entering the kitchen, I was immediately greeted by the rich aroma of whatever Robin was cooking. She was hunched over the stove, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stirred a pot. The sizzling sound of cooking filled the room, mingling with the soft hum of the refrigerator.Across the room, Heather was seated at the antique wooden dining table, engrossed in painting her nails. The table was littered with an array of nail polish bottles, their vibrant colors standing out against the dark wood. The soft click of the nail polish bottle opening and closing punctuated the silence every now and then.I stood there, slightly taken aback to find them still here, and to announce my presence and draw their attention away from their tasks, I cleared my throat softly. Robin caught my presence first and said, " Stassie, you woke up and come on let's have dinner. I made your favorite dish spaghetti bolognese,"Their lack of questions about Eden or his offer left me feeling both surprised
The next morningStepping into the restroom, I took a moment to check my reflection in the full-length mirror. The woman staring back at me was relaxed and approachable. My eyes were alert and my mind rested. My shoulder-length hair was pulled back in a casual ponytail, revealing small, simple earrings. Dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans, a soft, blue striped shirt, and white sneakers, I looked every bit the modern, casual professional.Perhaps the casual attire was a departure from the norm, but I wanted to make Heather and Robin believe that I can't work with Arden nor I want too.I found myself on the sixteen floor of FLEXXI clutching a folder so tightly that my hands were shaking. The folder contained my resume, cover letter, two pens, my sketchbook, and a cheesy motivational quote stuck into my head. My anxiety peaked during the two hours I spent alone in the empty lobby. I had intentionally arrived early, expecting Eden to be punctual. But he was held up in a meeting, and I w
Let me go! I need to talk to Eden!" I raise my voice but my pleas fell deaf on his ears and I struggled to free myself from his grip but my struggle ended when Arden said," Let her go, Jonathan,"Jonathan's grip on my arm loosened instantly at Eden's command. His face turned a shade paler, his eyes wide with surprise. "But Mr Eden," he stammered, turning to look at the man who had just intervened.Eden stood at the chair, his expression unreadable. "You heard her, Jonathan. Let her go," he repeated, his voice calm but firm.Jonathan released me immediately, stepping back as if my arm had suddenly turned into a hot iron rod. I rubbed my arm, the imprint of his fingers still visible on my skin."Don't even think about laying a hand on me again," I warned Jonathan, my voice resonating with newfound strength. A wave of anger surged within me, stoking the fires of my resolve.Eden's eyes met mine, an unspoken understanding passing between us. "I believe this meeting has come to a close," he
As I waited for Lara, I noticed a woman rushing down the corridor towards me. She was juggling a file in one hand and a phone in the other, her conversation sounding urgent. As she neared, she spotted me and waved me over.As I stood alone in the corridor, a wave. She paused and asked the me. "Excuse me,who are you? And what are you doing here?"The woman looked at me, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself. I'm the new junior designer," I explained, in tone apologetic.She then held out the file towards me again. "Okay, I need you to take this file to Madam Victoria. It's urgent," she said, her voice laced with urgency. I hesitated"What are you waiting for? It's urgent," she said, thrusting the file towards me.I hesitated, glancing back at the door Lara had disappeared through. Lara had explicitly told me to stay put. But the woman in front of me seemed desperate, "I...uh...Lara told me to wait here," I stammered, unsure of what to do.The w
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.