Stacy stood in front of her mirror, smiling at her reflection as her friends’ voices crackled through the phone speaker. Their playful teasing only heightened her excitement. She had already told them she was celebrating her birthday at the amusement park. “Today’s the day, Stacy!” one friend giggl
“And I’ve been wanting to thank you for taking care of Darvan all those years I was out of the country,” she added, her tone casual, though Cassia could sense the mockery in her tone. Cassia held her composure, refusing to let Stacy’s words get under her skin. “Alright…” Cassia replied simply. “Oh
Cassia sat with her gaze fixed on the sketch on her desk—a project Liam had given her to work on as she awaited the Arcadia International Design Challenge competition. The opportunity filled her with both excitement and nervousness. If she passed and was selected, it would be the biggest achievement
“Why am I so frustrated?” he muttered, casting a glance back at the building. He shook his head, got into his car, and drove off. But as he drove, he found it impossible to focus. The image of Cassia and Liam laughing together over dinner gnawed at him. “What if something else happened between them
She crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “And who exactly are the ‘we’ you’re talking about?” Liam glanced between them before settling his gaze on Cassia with a small smile, his expression calm. "I'll be on my way now..." he told her, making his way out and walking just a few steps to
“Is this about Cassia again?” Darvan paused but didn’t turn to face her. “I have something to do tomorrow, Stacy. Let’s talk after that,” he said gently. “I need to get some sleep.” With that, he disappeared into his room, shutting the door behind him without another word. Stacy stood in sile
Stacy blinked rapidly at Cassia's reply, shocked that she had lost her words when Cassia said that. She watched as Cassia left without looking back. "Oh, please. Everyone knows why you're really here. But go ahead, keep pretending this is just about your career," Stacy found herself saying louder t
His fists clenched, his emotions swirling. He didn’t want to admit it, but the sight of Cassia and Liam working so closely, laughing, smiling, and sharing ideas made him feel jealous—painfully, obviously jealous. "Let’s see if you really can make it in this contest," he muttered bitterly under his