Vivian’s POV…I sink into the sofa, feeling the frustration and disbelief coursing through my veins. My gaze remains fixated on the closed bedroom door, where George has seemingly barricaded himself. The audacity of his actions leaves me dumbfounded and bewildered.‘Why is he doing this? Why is he here instead of being with Megan?’ I can’t help but wonder.Ding-Dong…The sound of the doorbell shatters the tense silence, jolting me out of my thoughts.I hasten to answer the door, half expecting to see Michael standing there. He might be worried. But my expectations are dashed as I come face to face with Megan, her eyes blazing with anger."You… Why are you so shameless?" She starts accusing me, her voice filled with venom. "How dare you seduce George even after the divorce? Are you not ashamed of yourself?"I furrow my brows, taken aback by her aggressive stance. "Excuse me… Stop accusing me when you know nothing," I retort, my voice laced with frustration. She deliberately angers me.
With determination coursing through my veins, I wipe away the lingering tears and retrieve a familiar folder containing my design drawings. As I flip it open, memories of my aspirations and dreams flood back to me.My main focus was on the design of the bridal gown. I had planned to design my own wedding gown at the time. But I never got the chance.George offered a contract marriage to me, and I quickly signed it. The wedding never happened.When I look at the design drafts, my eyes well up with tears once more. Among the neatly organized pages, my attention is drawn to a particular design, one that holds significant meaning.It is the very design that earned me the championship in a prestigious design competition during my university days. A photograph of myself with the trophy in my hands, adorned with a proud smile, is affixed to the corner of the drawing.For a fleeting moment, I allow myself a small smile, reminiscing about the confidence and hope that once radiated from within
George’s POV…As soon as I enter my office, my attentive secretary approaches me. With a composed demeanor, she informs me that Megan has been waiting for me.I squint a little at her and ask, "When did she come?""An hour ago."I nod and sit down in my chair. I know her visit is not solely driven by personal reasons but rather by a professional aspiration to become the brand ambassador for our company's clothing line.Megan is a model, and she looks stunning. I have no objections to her becoming the brand ambassador. But I haven't responded to her yet.The company can find other models, but the management wants to know my thoughts first since Megan is my girlfriend before making any decision.The secretary then narrated to me about the new product line, the wedding dress market. This is an area our company has never tried before."A famous design company has already approached us and expressed their desire to collaborate with us," she says.My curiosity is piqued. I think it is worth
Vivian’s POV…I am so excited to see the response to my email that I sent the day before to the famous design company. They are very happy with my work and want to talk with me. I am excited and nervous at the same time.I get ready and hail a cab to the company.As I enter the premises of the fashion design company, I am greeted by an elegant and modern space that exudes creativity and style. The walls are adorned with framed fashion sketches and fabric swatches, showcasing the artistic essence of the company.The reception area features a sleek, white marble desk where a friendly receptionist welcomes me with a warm smile. Behind her, a large logo of the company is prominently displayed, representing its brand identity and reputation in the fashion industry."Hello… How can I help you?""I am here to meet Miss Amanda Smith.""Your name?" She checks something on her computer."I am Vivian Simons."She smiles at me and says, "Miss Simons, your appointment is already fixed. You can dir
As I step out of Amanda's cabin, a surge of exhilaration washes over me, buoying my spirits higher than ever before. A newfound sense of accomplishment and purpose seems to have taken the place of uncertainty and self-doubt.A radiant smile adorns my face, its glow rivaling the sun's warmth.Unable to contain my joy, I quickly dial Nancy's number, eager to share the news.She answers promptly, her voice filled with anticipation."Nancy, guess what? Amanda offered me the job! I got it!" I exclaim, the thrill evident in my voice.Nancy's delight is palpable as she responds, "Oh my goodness, that's amazing! I knew you could do it! We need to celebrate this momentous occasion, my dear." Her words drip with excitement and genuine happiness for my success.She then suggests, "Why don't we invite Michael to join us? He has been such a pillar of support throughout your journey, and he deserves to share in your triumph."The idea of celebrating with both Nancy and Michael is tempting, as they
The air grows tense, and a mix of emotions floods through me. George's presence triggers a surge of conflicting feelings. Memories of our shared past, the dreams we once held, and the pain of our broken marriage collide within me.George's mother and grandmother wear expressions of surprise mixed with feigned delight at our unexpected encounter. Their forced smiles attempt to mask the underlying tension that hangs in the air."Mr. and Mrs. Simons. What a delightful surprise!" Grandma says. "You are also here for dinner! What a coincidence. Why don’t you join us?"My parents offer warm greetings as well, masking their own inner turmoil for my sake."Thank you, Mrs. Stanley," Mom says. "We appreciate the invitation.I stand there, speechless, staring at George. I see a reflection of the changes that have taken place within both of us.The distance between us is palpable, and it becomes evident that the once unbreakable bond has weakened. The realization dawns on me that I can indeed for
My parents exchange concerned glances. They look surprised by the unexpected turn of events. They remain silent.Grandma’s face contorts with a mix of frustration and resistance, a storm brewing beneath the surface. The weight of her disappointment and disapproval lingers palpably in the air.With measured words and a calm tone, I implore Grandma, "Please, Grandma, let's not resort to violence. We can find a way to resolve this peacefully."Grandma's eyes meet mine, her gaze fills with a mix of resistance and contemplation. The lines on her face soften slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath her hardened exterior.I continue to hold her gaze, hoping that my words have reached a deeper part of her heart."You shouldn’t be biased against Megan," I say. "If you get along with her, you will find she is good. You should give her a chance."After a tense pause, Grandma lets out a heavy sigh, her anger momentarily subsiding. She takes my hands in hers and asks, "Are you willing t
Amanda's eyes sparkle with anticipation as she shares the exciting news. She leans forward, her voice filled with enthusiasm and a touch of pride.I feel a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. This is a tremendous opportunity, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride in my work being recognized."That's amazing, Amanda!" I say, my voice tinged with excitement. "I'm honored that they liked my design and want to collaborate with us."Amanda nods, her excitement contagious. "Absolutely, Vivian. Your talent and creativity are truly remarkable. And here is the best part—we want you to be the keynote speaker at the upcoming meeting with the company. You'll have the opportunity to present your design and showcase your vision as the designer."My eyes widen in surprise, and a mix of emotions washes over me. The idea of being the center of attention and presenting my work to a prestigious company is both exhilarating and daunting."I... I don't know what to say," I stammer,