Aria’s POVFiona took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the damaged photos as if they could somehow lessen the weight of what she was about to reveal. “I only found out about this after getting to know Farah better,” she began, her voice low, almost reluctant. I noticed the way her fingers tighten
Aria’s POV“Now this is raw and real,” I whispered, stepping back to check our work. “There’s no bigger message about resilience and empowerment.”As we gathered around the small section where we’d moved the vandalized pieces, there was a sense of quiet triumph in the air. The damaged photos, now di
Aria’s POV“This is incredible,” Jessica whispered, brimming with excitement as she scrolled through her phone. “People are really talking about the exhibition. It’s blowing up all over social media.”“I know,” I replied, my own screen filled with posts, reviews, and vlogs. “The buzz is insane. It’s
Aria’s POVIt’s been a really busy day, and I was eager to see my daughter Jasmine, who was home with a temporary babysitter. As Jessica and I stepped outside, I thought about what Fiona had shared with me. It was certainly unexpected, but I was glad that she’d trusted me enough to confide. Fiona
Aria’s POVI blinked, taken aback. “Me?” I asked, pointing to myself in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding.”“No, I’m dead serious,” Emma insisted, her voice brimming with conviction. “You’re everything we just talked about—authentic, strong, confident. You embody all of that. And you’re beautiful
Aria’s POVMy daughter skipped happily between Jessica and me, her excitement written all over her face. “Today, I get to be a real model!” she exclaimed happily, her eyes sparkling with excitement.I smiled at her. But inside, my heart was palpitating. “We’re really doing this,” I muttered under m
Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Okay… I’m honestly not ready yet, but well… let’s do this.”When we finally stepped onto the set, the room fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared, their eyes wide with astonishment. For a brief moment, I sensed the panic rising within me. Why w
Victor’s POV“Where are they?” I murmured to myself, scanning the busy studio with increasing eagerness. I slipped through crew members fixing the lights and other photography equipment, and some staff arranging some kind of library or office setup. Then I found myself carefully weaving between ra
Victor’s POVThe laughter started the moment we arrived at the theme park and never seemed to stop. Jasmine darted ahead, pulling us toward the entrance with uncontainable energy, her small hand gripping mine tightly. The park was a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds—twinkling lights, cheerful music
Aria’s POVThe ride home was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Victor’s hand rested on the gearshift, his fingers brushing mine occasionally. Each accidental touch sent a warm ripple through me, leaving me feeling both nervous and giddy. My heart was still dancing from the events of the night befo
The next morning, The sunlight streaming through the curtains was the first thing I noticed as I stirred awake. As I blinked against the light, memories of the previous night surged back like a wave, crashing over me with startling clarity. My breath hitched, and I sat up quickly, clutching the blan
Aria’s POV"Victor," I murmured breathlessly, barely recognizing my own voice. "Aria," he whispered back, his tone filled with a hunger that matched my own. His lips found mine again, urgent and unrelenting.We stumbled together through the hallway, his hands sliding beneath my blouse, fingertips s
Aria’s POVI jumped from the table, my heart still pounding in my chest, and headed toward the studio door. “Stay here,” I said softly, though my voice wavered with some nervousness and the remaining heat. The air between us still sizzled, making it almost impossible to think clearly.Carefully, I o
When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes—God, those eyes—shone with an emotion I didn’t dare put a name to just yet.I rested my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath as I spoke. “Aria… you’re everything to
Victor’s POVThe entire evening had been a cascade of emotions—love, happiness, nostalgia—and now, standing here, my heart felt like it might burst. I looked at Aria, her expression a mix of hope and nerves as she waited for my reaction. The painting, the bottles, the thought behind it all—it was ov
Aria’s POV“Still thinking of work at this hour?” he teased, his tone light and playful. “Should I be worried you’re pulling me into a midnight brainstorming session?”I glanced back at him, rolling my eyes with a laugh. “Trust me, it’s not that. Just wait. You’ll see.”We reached the entrance of my
Aria’s POVThe party was everything I didn’t know I needed. Laughter rang out like music, echoing through the beautifully decorated terrace. Friends and family filled the space, their joy infectious as they mingled, shared stories, and celebrated together. Even Jessica, who normally claimed she hate