Mag-log inValentine Rossi knew that great love existed as he'd seen it first hand with his parents. But he never imagined that kind of life was for him. Life was work and while he enjoyed it and the finer things in it, he never reveled in it. Not until he met them. Years ago Adira learned not to trust anyone - the hard way. Now she was a successful photographer getting ready to open up her studio. Though her professional life had taken off, her personal life was stagnate. Her benefactor, Gio Rossi, encourages her to to break out of her shell and start living life so she begins modeling under her middle name -Alexandria. As both careers are really getting underway, she gets drawn again and again to Valentine as circumstances - and Gio- throw them together. Valentine enjoys the quiet and shy Adira, but is drawn like a moth to a flame to the passionate and funny Alexandria. How long can Adira hold back the truth that they are one and the same? While he's trying to show her how to trust she's the one breaking it. What happens when the truth is revealed?
view moreAdiraI was nervous for tonight. I'd waited til the last possible moment to fly home and had spent every waking moment over the last two days moving photos around and making sure every detail was good to go for this event. Adrian as always had been God sent organizing everything and keeping things moving here while I had been away in Greece for the last 2 and a half months. I almost didn't want to come back it was so majestic there. I had come up with an idea for the next show - which I'd shared with Adrian when I'd gotten back. The show we were doing today had drawn enough attention that we actually sold tickets for Friday, Saturday and Sunday, though I'd only be attending Friday's. My brother had gotten weekend leave to come and see my show and I was excited to have him with me."Do I really have to wear this?" he asked, tugging at his shirt collar and tie. I laughed and walked over to straighten them out before replying "Yes. Even I dress up for my shows. There's going t
Valentine2 months.It's been 2 months since I've seen her, since I've kissed her, since I've heldd her in my arms. 2 months of antagonizing over every little piece of our relationship. I was so angry at first but seeing her face when Stella had been all over me had broken my heart. Something I didn't think possible at the time. I'd still been angry and unsure when my father forced me to read the letter she'd dropped of for me when she left. She left - heading to a completely different contenent. She'd written to explain how Petra had come to be, about her past, about what happened between her and Sebastian. It had taken everything in me to not go to his office and beat the living shit out of him for what he did. Even though I was mad at her, she hadn't deserved that. But now, after two months, I'd had plenty of time to sort through my feelings. And in some ways to sort of see things from her point of view. I was still a little mad and a little hurt, but I understood. I
AdiraI felt lighter driving from Sebastian's office to Gio's. I was glad that I'd had the chance to speak to him. This next conversation would be even easier and even though I would miss our weekly dinners, I had enough months traveling that this was nothing new.I parked in the spot I usually did and spotted Tony waiting on Gio. It was almost lunch time. He saw me and waved before getting out to unlock the elevator that went straight to their offices. I thanked him before Charlie and I hoped in and headed up. I greeted Gio's secretary and she waved me in with a smile. He looked up with a smile as soon as I opened the door and came over to give me a hug. "I am surprised to see you here cara. To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked as he ushered me to the sofa. "Well, I got a contract I couldn't turn down and the timing couldn't be better. I'm headed to Greece for some time. I think it's just what I need. But I couldn't go without saying good bye to you," I replied smil
AdiraIt was early Monday morning and I was loading my luggage in the truck, checking and double checking everything. I was stuffy and felt my face was still a little puffy from my impromptu crying fest yesterday. I had decided that I needed to go through the pictures of my trip with Valentine and had found more than I realized. They were beautiful and still so painful but it was necessary. Now I could go to my dream place feeling lighter and more free than I had. I was leaving it all here. I had two stops to make before heading to the airport. Two conversations that I needed to have though one wouldn't be necessarily bad. I decided to go see Sebastian first. At some point in the future I would be quietly annoucing that Petra and I were one in the same and he deserved to know the truth of it from me. Giving him the truth and the opportunity to apologize was my way of helping myself move on. Charlie and I headed into the building and were greeted by the usual group of fol
AdiraI woke before my alarm went off , the smell of all the flowers almost choking me. But in my half awakened state I actually had a really good idea. One that if I was quick I could pull off and it would definitely be a money shot.I found one of the night workers who was able to help me take the
AdiraI knew I needed to eat something or I was going to be too weak to work tonight for the final shoot so I called down and ordered a minestrone soup. With my soup came a delivery of flowers. An entire luggage cart of flowers - all kinds. Roses, and tropicals and even simple daisies and tullips.
Adira I woke the next day still feeling anxious. I looked over at my phone where it sat turned off and decided that whatever it held it would be a problem for after the first shoot. Charlie and I sluggishly made it through our morning routine before heading out. Today was the last shoot for the c
AdiraI felt like I needed an ice pack for my coochy after a full night with Valentine. But it had been worth it. We'd showered quickly together and I knew that I'd carry more than his scent with me on my trip. Luckily I'd packed and had everything ready in my truck so when I'd returned to the apa






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