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
I come back to my room and start drawing with the imagination overflowing in my mind. I just want to forget everything. reminding myself never to become entangled with Megan and George. Whatever happened at the sunflower field was just a beautiful imagination, and I shouldn’t dwell on it.I put my mind and soul into my design. I have this opportunity to shine and earn a name in the field of fashion. I cannot blow up the opportunity.With each stroke of my pen, the imaginative world within my mind takes shape on paper, bringing to life the visions and ideas that reside within me.As I immerse myself in the creative process, a renewed sense of determination and focus envelops me. The swirl of emotions that once threatened to consume me is channeled into the intricate details of my designs. The lines and curves on the page reflect the resilience and passion within my heart.Ding-Dong…I drop the pen and go to open the door. My eyes narrow in annoyance as I see Megan standing at the doors
The other designers mock me and accuse me of stealing someone else’s design. The sound of laughter, dripping with disdain, echoes in my ears, fueling my anger and frustration."Do you really think you can steal someone else’s creation and win the competition?" One of them sneers.Another designer chimes in, "No, no... She must be thinking that she will frame Julia and tarnish her image. But her plan backfires on her."Laughter erupts in the room, each mocking remark piercing through my defenses. Anger surges within me, and I can feel the heat rising to my face."I haven't stolen anyone's design!" I retort, my voice filled with defiance. "This is my creation. It's so sad that a well-known designer like Julia has no confidence in her own creations.""Oh, really? Are you accusing Julia now?"The room erupts in a cacophony of disbelief and counter-accusations. The other designers rally around Julia, defending her honor and dismissing my claims."Relax, guys..." Julia's voice cuts through
The ambulance arrives in no time. As the paramedics rush me into the waiting ambulance, the urgent sirens wail, piercing through the air.Their calm demeanor provides a sense of assurance. The sound of their steady voices and the gentle touch of their hands offer a fleeting moment of comfort.I grasp onto the hand of one of the paramedics; my grip is tight and desperate as if holding onto a lifeline. My tear-filled eyes meet his."Please save my child, please..." I beseech, my voice trembling with anguish.In response, the paramedic's hand gently rests on the back of mine, providing a grounding touch. His eyes convey a mixture of empathy and determination. With a calm yet reassuring tone, he soothes my fears, attempting to calm the storm of emotions raging within me."Calm down... Everything will be fine. We will do our best to save your baby," he assures me, his words like a gentle balm to my frayed nerves.The paramedics attend to me with the utmost care. They move swiftly, administ
Vivian’s POV…I am half asleep when I sense someone sneakily entering the ward. I guess it's Michael. A few minutes ago, he went out to buy some food. I think he's back. I'm too tired to keep my eyes open. So I continued to lie with my eyes closed.Mocking laughter echoes through the room. I frantically open my eyes to find Megan appearing above me, laughing evilly. I frown and instinctively move back, my hand reaching to my tummy as I fear she will do something to hurt my baby.Her smug look makes my blood boil. I sit up slowly and look at her coldly."You are just a lowly slut," she mocks, her disdainful gaze falling on my tummy. "God knows what kind of wild man's child you are carrying. And you dare to imagine winning over George." Her lips curl into a sneer. "You are so pathetic that you even steal someone else’s design to get recognition. Shame on you."Her words, filled with contempt and venom, strike a nerve deep within me. How dare she mock me, belittle me, and twist the truth