Serena’s POVFrom a monitor backstage, I watch intently as the runway show unfolds. The first to showcase is Josephine’s collection. The models glide down the runway in elegant, flowing garments made from sustainable fabrics. Her outfits showcase organic textures and colors like forest greens, eart
Serena’s POVThe designers and models exit the stage while Marjorie remains. She steps forward, microphone in hand, and addresses the crowd."Thank you all for being here tonight," Marjorie begins, her voice clear and warm. "The designers worked incredibly hard to put this show together, and I belie
Bill’s POV"Who the fuck are you?" the security guard barks as I enter the CCTV room. The room is dim, lit only by the flickering screens displaying silent footage from around the building. He's a broad-shouldered man with a clean-shaven head, his brow furrowed in suspicion."Name's Bill Richardson.
Serena’s POVThe after-party is in full swing, and the air is thick with the mingled scents of expensive perfumes. Glittering lights cast a soft glow over everyone, turning the room into a shimmering sea of influential figures from the fashion industry. As I weave through the crowd, I get nods and
Serena’s POV"Wow, Fabiana, that's... that's incredible," I say. "I honestly never imagined celebrities wearing my jewelry. This is beyond anything I could have hoped for."In my mind, I picture a Hollywood gala, maybe the Oscars, with stars walking the red carpet under bright camera flashes. I see
Serena’s POV"I don't owe you any explanations," I reply flatly. My tone is cold, my gaze steady as I meet Elena's eyes. "This baby is mine and mine only."Elena's nostrils flare, her voice rising in pitch as her frustration bursts forth. "Don’t be ridiculous! I have every right to know if my family
Serena’s POV “You were behind this, Elena? You tried to ruin my career and you have the nerve to call me a snake?" I ask. I try to keep my face calm, but I can feel my hands shaking. Elena shoots me a sharp look, trying to intimidate me. I stare back just as hard. I just want to get to the bottom
Serena’s POV Calvin offers to drive me home. Along the way, I spilled everything — how things went down with Elena and Bill, and why Bill ended up punching Max.Calvin's grip tightens on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he absorbs what I've just told him. "I can't believe Elena wou
Serena’s POVThe kitchen table is a disaster zone. Wedding magazines are piled high, ready to topple over at the slightest nudge. Fabric swatches are scattered everywhere like pastel confetti, and sticky notes are plastered all over, each one screaming something I still need to deal with. My laptop
Bill’s POVThe elevator ride to our suite feels longer than usual, but I’m not complaining. Serena leans into me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along the back of my hand. Her engagement ring catches the soft glow of the elevator lights, and I can’t help but smile. I don’t know how I got lucky en
Serena’s POVBy the time we return to the hotel, Collin is completely worn out. I tuck him into his crib, brushing his hair back as he mumbles sleepily. His tiny chest rises and falls, his face relaxed in a way that only toddlers can manage.When I step out of the room, Bill is waiting for me, a mis
Serena’s POVThe morning is cool, and the light spilling through the trees casts a golden hue on everything. We’re sitting at this small café by the canal, the kind of place that’s almost too picturesque to believe — flower pots on the tables, cobblestones underfoot, and the faint sound of water lap
Serena’s POVMariah Johnson sits across from me, her eyes wide with admiration as she flips through her notes. The studio for Luxe Perspectives is bright and modern, the kind of place where creativity feels like it’s floating in the air. The interview has gone on for over an hour, but Mariah’s energ
Bill’s POVThe room is silent as the jury files in, their expressions solemn. I sit straight, keeping my focus on them, my heart pounding despite the steady mask I’ve worn all day. Beside me, Serena sits just as tense, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. I glance at her briefly, giving her a small
Bill’s POVThe second day of the trial feels heavier than the first. I sit at the stand, every eye in the courtroom on me. Kevin sits across the room, leaning back in his chair, his face as blank as ever. But I’ve known him long enough to spot the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tap rh
Serena’s POVEvan Carter steps up to the stand, his posture rigid but his face set with a kind of quiet determination. He’s nervous — I can see it in the way his hands grip the edges of the chair, his knuckles white — but he doesn’t hesitate when the prosecutor starts her questioning.“Mr. Carter,”
Serena’s POVThe courtroom feels like it’s holding its breath. Kevin sits across the room, calm and collected, as if he isn’t facing the weight of his crimes being read aloud. Arson. Money laundering. Drug trafficking. Arms dealing. Conspiracy. Each charge is like a hammer falling, but Kevin doesn’t