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,
The thunderous clapping echoes in my ear, and I can't stop staring at Vivian, the woman who stands before me with newfound confidence and radiance. Her transformation is undeniable as if she has shed the cocoon of her past self and emerged as a resplendent butterfly, captivating the attention of everyone present.I am captivated by her presence; my gaze is locked on her figure.The Vivian standing before me is a revelation, a revelation of untapped talent and unyielding strength that I had never fully acknowledged.The subtle nuances of her appearance catch my eyes, from the natural elegance of her light makeup to the choice of nude lipstick that accentuates her features with a touch of understated allure.Gone is the image of the docile housewife I once knew, replaced by a woman who exudes confidence, grace, and undeniable talent. The contrast between her past and present selves is striking, and I find myself drawn to the mystery of her transformation.How had she blossomed so beauti
I lock my eyes with him, his gaze filled with an unexpected concern that sends a jolt through my already tumultuous heart. Confusion clouds my mind.How can he be worried about me? My pulse quickens.My cheeks flush as his warm breath caresses my face, igniting a rush of sensations within me. It's a paradoxical moment, both overwhelming and strangely captivating.I struggle to break free from his arms, but he stops me, saying, "Don’t move." His voice is low, gentle, and hoarse. "The more you move, the more uncomfortable you will feel."I understand what he is saying. But I am getting emotional. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart and swirling emotions. Yet, despite my yearning for solace, my attention is immediately drawn to his eyes, still locked onto mine.The weight in my chest grows heavier, and my throat constricts with unshed tears. I turn my face away, unable to meet his gaze, afraid of the vulnerability that lies beneath. The emotions within me intensify, th
George’s POV…I pace back and forth outside the restroom, the corridor seeming to close in around me as my mind spirals with worry and apprehension. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, amplifying the sense of unease that courses through my veins.My eyes dart toward the closed door, longing for it to swing open and reveal Vivian unharmed and well. The distant murmur of voices and laughter from the party seep into my consciousness, but it feels distant and muffled, overshadowed by the intensity of my concerns.I can't shake the nagging feeling that something is amiss and that Vivian's sudden discomfort holds a deeper significance. My thoughts swirl in a constant battle between fear and reassurance, teetering on the edge of rationality.My hands fidget nervously, my fingers anxiously tapping against my thigh as I attempt to quell the rising tide of anxiety within me. I mentally rehearse various scenarios, searching for plausible explanations to put my mind at ease.Perhaps it is