With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, I enter Misha's ward, hoping to find the truth behind her actions. As I approach her bed, I see her fearful gaze locking with mine, and I speak softly, trying to ease the tension."Misha, please listen to me. I just want to understand why you've accused me and framed me for something I didn't do. Can we talk?""Get out!" Misha yells. "Get out of here! You have no right to be here!"I'm taken aback by her sudden outburst, and my attempts to calm her fall on deaf ears. I desperately try to explain."Please stop yelling, Misha… calm down. I genuinely want to know the truth. Why are you doing this? I won’t hurt you. I just want to know why you have framed me."But she keeps yelling, "Get out of here. I don’t want to talk to you. Get lost." The intensity of her yelling reverberates through the room, echoing in my ears.In the midst of the chaos, a doctor and two nurses burst into the room, responding to Misha's cries for help. Their urgency and
The morning sun bathes the office in a warm glow as I step inside, a renewed sense of purpose and excitement coursing through my veins. The usual hum of activity fills the air, but today there's extra energy and a buzz of anticipation that seems to permeate every corner.As I make my way to my desk, colleagues greet me with smiles, their eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and joy. The weight of the false accusations that had burdened me for so long has been lifted.Just as I settle into my workspace, my phone vibrates with an incoming call from Amanda."Can you come to my cabin?" Her voice was light and delightful."Sure."I step into her office, finding her radiant with enthusiasm and a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. She wastes no time in sharing the news that fills me with elation.I have something special for you, my dear! How would you like to participate in a fashion show in Paris?My heart skips a beat at the mere mention of such an incredible opportunity. A surge of exciteme
George’s POV…I am shocked when Vivian said that she really liked Michael. I grit my teeth and clasp her arm tighter."You have no idea what you're getting yourself into with Michael. He is not the simple, loving guy you think he is. He has ulterior motives for being with you. You need to be aware of that."My attempt to caution her is met with a vehement retort, her voice laced with anger and frustration."Oh please! Don't act like our marriage was a pure and genuine connection. It was nothing more than a contractual arrangement. You never had any real feelings for me. Your heart has always belonged to Megan, even while you were sleeping with me."Her words strike a painful chord within me, cutting through my defenses and exposing the raw truth that lies beneath the surface. The regret starts to seep in, fueled by the realization of the choices I've made and the consequences they've borne.As I reflect on the past, a sense of longing and missed opportunities begin to overshadow my an
Ever since my name was cleared of plagiarism, my work has been admired by many. As a result, I get more and more work, and I become even busier.Amanda is also thrilled and praises me for my work. Her words fill me with a renewed sense of confidence and purpose, reassuring me that my talent is recognized and valued within the company. She shares the news of the increasing number of orders the company is receiving.Grateful for her guidance and encouragement, I express my appreciation for the opportunities that have come my way. I return to my workstation with a renewed sense of purpose and a spring in my step. I dive back into my work, inspired by the belief that my contributions make a difference.After a busy day, I decided to go to my parent's place and share the good news with them. My parents welcome me warmly.The soft glow of the table lamp casts a gentle light, illuminating the room and creating a serene ambiance. The air is filled with a symphony of cheerful chatter, intermin
As our lips unexpectedly meet, a wave of shock courses through me. I instinctively try to pull away, my hands pushing against his chest, desperate to create distance between us. The taste of his lips lingers on mine, a bittersweet reminder of the deep connection we once shared.But he refuses to release me, his arms enveloping me tightly, preventing any chance of escape. The strength in his embrace sends conflicting sensations coursing through me.I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, a tangible reminder of the intimate history we once shared.As I struggle against his hold, his grip tightens, his determination evident in every muscle. His eyes meet mine; a mixture of desire and vulnerability is reflected within them. It becomes clear that he is not willing to let go, despite the complications between us.Caught between conflicting emotions, I search for the strength to speak, to remind him of the boundaries and the commitments he has made. But as I open my mouth, th
I want to forget the mistake I made last night and absorb myself in work. The room is adorned with colorful fabrics, sketches, and mannequins draped in exquisite garments.The walls are adorned with mood boards and sketches, reflecting the diverse inspirations for my collection. The vibrant colors and intricate details of the designs catch my eye, showcasing my unique creative vision.I have been chosen as the lead designer for a major fashion show in Paris, and I pour all my energy into my work.I immerse myself in my work, surrounded by a team of passionate individuals who share my dedication and drive. The room buzzes with activity as sketches come to life, fabrics are meticulously cut and sewn, and fittings take place, ensuring the perfect fit and silhouette for each garment.As the lead designer, I oversee the entire process, offering guidance and inspiration to my team. I lose myself in the rhythm of the work, my mind completely consumed by the art of fashion. Time seems to fly
I find myself in a bustling backstage area, filled with electric energy as the first round of the prestigious fashion competition is about to commence. The room is abuzz with anticipation and excitement, mingled with nervous tension that hangs in the air.There is a sea of talented designers all around me, each of whom exudes confidence and displays their original works.As I look around, I see designers from various countries with unique styles and creative flair. 100 designers are participating, and only 10 will be selected for the next round. I am so nervous.All the designers look very confident in their work. With their teams, they are meticulously fitting their designs on the models, ensuring every detail is perfect.The room is a vibrant tapestry of colors, textures, and fashion-forward individuals, all vying for their chance to shine at this prestigious event.My model stands before me, radiant in the dress I have designed. Her confidence and reassurance provide a comforting p
I and George come to a sunflower farm on the outskirts of Paris, and a breathtaking sight unfolds before our eyes.A golden carpet of vibrant yellow stretches as far as the eye can see, capturing the essence of summer's warmth and radiance. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of sunflowers, a delicate scent that mingles with the gentle breeze, creating an intoxicating symphony for the senses.The sunflowers stand tall and proud, their vibrant yellow petals reaching for the sky as if basking in the sunlight. Their mesmerizing beauty creates a picturesque landscape, casting a golden glow over the surrounding fields. Each sunflower, with its intricate details and unique personality, seems to exude a sense of joy and liveliness.The gentle rustling of leaves accompanies our footsteps, harmonizing with the soft hum of bees and other pollinators that are drawn to the nectar-rich blooms. The air feels alive, buzzing with the energy of nature at work.The sheer vastness of the sunflowe