Sophia’s POVAfter the show was done, we were joined by both Adrian and Lila. The energy at our table was lively and infectious as Adrian raised his glass to a toast. "To good friends, a successful show, and hopefully, more nights like this to come," he said, his grin as wide as I'd ever seen."Cheers!" we all chimed in, clinking glasses. “Congratulations to both of you,” I said, glancing between Adrian and Lila. “You were incredible up there. The chemistry, the harmonies—it was all perfect.”Kayla leaned forward, her enthusiasm shining through. “Seriously, though, as the creative director of Raven Media, I feel it’s my duty to ensure that an album comes out of this collaboration. Just imagine—an entire album of your duets.” She gestured dramatically, like a producer unveiling her next masterpiece.Lila blinked, taken aback. “Are you serious?”Kayla nodded emphatically. “Absolutely. You two are magic together. People would love it!”Adrian chuckled, his gaze flickering to Lila. “Well
Sophia’s POVThe world around me seemed to shrink as I stared up at the man I’d bumped into. There was something hauntingly familiar about his deep blue eyes, the way they seemed to search mine, as if he were looking for something long lost. My heart raced, my mind scrambling to place him. Where have I seen him before?He took a step closer, his expression softening, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Sabrina…”The way he said that name, so quietly yet with undeniable certainty, sent a shockwave through my entire being. My breath hitched as a memory came crashing into my mind, vivid and startling.I was standing in front of the mural at the ice cream parlor, my hands smudged with bright splashes of paint. My younger self beamed with pride as I carefully painted the finishing touches—a swirl of pastel blue for the sky.“Careful,” a familiar voice teased. “You’re gonna drip paint everywhere.”I turned to see a boy standing nearby, his
Sophia’s POVAs I looked into Lucas’s eyes, a flood of memories came rushing back—him trailing me on my way home from school, sitting at the swings in the park just to be near me, and his endless attempts to impress me with silly antics.I found myself grinning as he joined us at the bar. “I think I definitely remember you.” “Took you long enough,” he joked lightly, though there was something deeper in his gaze that made me feel just a little bit uncomfortable. As if I was treading on perilous waters. We all settled at a table. Lucas leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on me. “So, Sabrina,” he said, using the name with a teasing smile, “where did life take you after school?”I smiled, relaxing slightly in his presence. “I used to live in France for a while. Studied design there and worked on a few projects before returning home.”Lucas’s eyebrows lifted with genuine interest. “France? That’s impressive. I always knew you were destined for something cr
Sophia’s POVAs I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but think about the kids back home with the nanny. Reese had been excited about her playdate tomorrow, Roxy was fixated on a new puzzle she wanted to finish, and Jared had insisted on showing Elijah his latest drawing. Elijah, however, had been swamped with work. His meeting had run late, and despite wanting to come tonight, he’d apologized and urged me to go ahead without him.“It’s fine,” I had told him. “You’ve been doing so much already. I’ll just catch up with Luana and Lucas.”He said he vaguely remembered Lucas, the scrawny kid who was always hanging around me. According to him, he’d never been jealous, though, because what he and Sabrina had at that time was truly special. I’d laughed at the thought, and I even had a faint memory of a similar conversation we had before about Lucas. At least my husband’s not the jealous type, I thought with relief. He trusts me completely. And now, here I was, stepping into the warmly
Sophia’s POVThe action on the screen was intense, pulling me into its fast-paced chase scenes and sharp-witted dialogue. The tension I’d felt earlier gradually loosened its grip, and I found myself reacting naturally to the twists and turns of the plot.“That was insane!” Lucas whispered at one point, his voice low but animated, as the main character narrowly escaped an explosion.I nodded, laughing softly. “Completely unrealistic, but I love it.”“Exactly,” he replied with a grin, leaning slightly closer as if sharing a secret.For the first time that evening, it felt like I could just enjoy the moment without overthinking. It was no different than watching a movie with Trevis or Kayla—just harmless fun. The weight of guilt I’d carried earlier began to ease.But then, it happened.As the movie entered a quieter, more suspenseful moment, my attention was firmly fixed on the screen. Without warning, Lucas shifted slightly in his seat, his arm brushing against mine. It was a fleeting t
Sophia’s POVI was determined to keep the evening light. “Italy sounds amazing. I’ve only been there once when I lived in France. I’ll have to visit again someday, maybe with Elijah and the kids.” I couldn’t help mentioning my family, wanting to sort of remind him that I was off-limits in the romantic sense. Not that he’d indicated anything like that. Not yet, anyway. Lucas nodded, looking bothered for a little bit before he shifted gears, his smile widening. “Do you remember how you’d never sit still during recess? You were always drawing or writing something while the rest of us were playing.”I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t remember that much detail.”“Well, I do,” he said teasingly. “I was always trying to get your attention. Honestly, I probably annoyed you half the time.”“At least you’re self-aware,” I joked, earning a laugh from him.The more he talked, the more at ease I felt. The awkwardness that had shadowed the evening began to dissipate, replaced by a genuine enjoym
Elijah’s POVBella Sera always exuded a cozy, welcoming ambiance. But today, as I pushed the door open, the air felt different. The usual cheer seemed dampened, and my eyes immediately found Morgana, seated at her usual corner booth, looking visibly aggravated.Beside her sat Detective Marcus Vance, the investigator I had recommended. His presence confirmed what I had already suspected—things had escalated again.As I approached the table, Morgana glanced up, her face briefly softening when she saw me. “Elijah,” she said, her tone strained but grateful. “I was hoping you’d come.”“Of course I’d come,” I said, sliding into the seat across from her. My eyes flicked to Marcus. “What’s the latest?”Morgana handed me her tablet, her fingers trembling slightly. On the screen was the latest smear against Lila, posted on some entertainment blog. The headline screamed sensationalism: Lila, The Diva: How Fame Turned Her Into a Prima Donna.I skimmed the article quickly, my jaw tightening as I r
Elijah’s POV“Do I know you?” I asked the woman in front of me. She paused, amusement crossing her face as she extended a hand. “Victoria Langston. Morgana’s lawyer. We’ve met before— right here at Bella Sera.”Oh, right. It clicked now. I shook her hand briefly, feeling slightly awkward. “Of course. Sorry, it’s been a long day. And don’t worry about this,” I gestured to my soaked shirt. “I’m fine. Really.”But as I glanced at her, I noticed her blazer was completely drenched, the fabric clinging heavily to her shoulders. “You’re actually worse off than me,” I pointed out.Victoria looked down and let out a soft laugh. “You’re right. I hadn’t even realized. But now that you’ve mentioned it… Gosh, the juice is really sticky.” Without hesitation, she put down the glass she was holding and shrugged off the blazer, revealing a tailored blouse underneath. It was form-fitting, and with the fabric still damp, it clung in a way that left little to the imagination.I looked away quickly, sudd
Sophia’s POVAs I stepped into my car, the cold leather seats sent a sharp chill through me. The afternoon sun, shy but persistent, peeked through scattered clouds, bathing the pristine snow in a gentle radiance. Thankfully, the blizzard had blown over quickly, and the roads were clear enough to navigate. It was the kind of crisp day that made the world feel brand new, but my thoughts were far from fresh.Lucas stood near the entrance of the ski resort, his hands shoved into his coat pockets. He waved, a warm smile on his face as I rolled down my window.“Thanks for coming, Sabrina,” he called, his voice carrying easily in the still air. I forced a polite smile, not knowing how to feel about him still calling me Sabrina up to now, especially after what I'd just discovered about my childhood. “Thanks, Lucas. The resort has so much potential. I’ll send over the updated designs soon.”“I’m looking forward to it,” he said, stepping back. “Drive safe. Roads might still be icy in some spot
Emily’s POVThe biting cold wrapped around me like a vice as the forest settled into an eerie stillness. The sounds of the chase from the night before had faded, but they seemed to continue echoing in my head. My legs ached, my hands were raw, and my breath fogged in the frigid air as I stumbled forward, searching for something—anything—that could serve as a refuge.It’s getting late. I have to find shelter first. The darkness was suffocating, but then, faintly, through the trees, I saw a glimmer of light. My heart leaped as I cautiously approached, praying it wasn’t a trap. What I found instead was a small, dilapidated hunting shack, nearly swallowed by the forest. Its wooden walls were warped, the roof sagging in places, but it was shelter. For now, it was enough.Inside, the air was stale and cold, but at least it shielded me from the howling wind. I found a dusty lantern and managed to light it with trembling hands, its soft glow pushing back the shadows. There was an old cot in
Sophia’s POVThe memory hung in my mind like a shadow, vivid and unsettling. Lucas’s voice—the one I had heard in my dream, the one calling for Sabrina—now felt too real to dismiss as just a fragment of my imagination.I tried to focus on the snow, its mesmerizing dance beyond the glass, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing.And then Lucas stepped closer, his presence pulling me from my turmoil. His eyes searched mine. “What are you remembering?” he asked carefully. I turned to face him fully, my heart thundering in my chest. “It’s… hard to explain,” I began, forcing the words out through the lump in my throat. “I had a dream—a nightmare, really—about when I got lost in the snowstorm as a child. I mean, I already know that it was Morgana who actually left me behind because she’d met with her lover then. But now…”Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Now what?”“Well, in my dream, I thought I heard Elijah calling my name. He’d been there with his family too, so…”Lucas’s expression tightened, but he s
Sophia’s POVThe view outside the window was breathtaking—snow-dusted hills stretching endlessly under a pale blue sky. The cozy lounge, with its crackling fire and soft golden lighting, felt like the perfect setting for a romantic moment. It should have been calming, but my mind was anything but calm.That photo of Elijah and Victoria burned in my memory. Her sitting so close to him, their laughter captured at just the right moment. It made my chest tighten with anger and something I didn’t want to name—jealousy. The thought alone made me queasy, but it also left me vulnerable. Vulnerable to Lucas.I glanced at him. He stood just a few feet away, his expression soft but intent, watching me like I was the only person in the world. His confession still echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t deny the pull of the moment. It was too perfect, too charged. For a brief, fleeting second, I let myself wonder what it would feel like to bask in his affection, to let myself be swept up in something s
Elijah’s POVThe silence in my office was deafening. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the half-empty coffee cup on my desk. The bitterness clung to my tongue, a reminder of the recent situation in my marriage. Oh, Sophia. What’s happening to us?She’d been consuming my every thought lately. And not in the way she used to. Not with warmth or laughter, but with cold uncertainty. We hadn’t spoken properly since I sent her those flowers. It was my way of saying: I still care about you. She’d thanked me, of course, but there was no follow-up. No deep conversation. I really miss her. God knows how much I miss my wife. We used to talk about everything. The kids. Work. The stupid little things that made up our days. Now? She was busy. Always busy. Late nights at the office. Early mornings. And when she was home, she was either buried in her laptop or tiptoeing around me like I was made of glass. And it wasn’t just work. It was that damn Lucas who found a way to be with her more. Just
Sophia’s POVThe image of Elijah and Victoria stayed with me, eating away at my thoughts like an unyielding tempest. They looked so comfortable together, so... familiar. It wasn’t just Victoria’s presence that unnerved me—it was the way Elijah seemed to let her get close. Is he falling for her? No. No, it’s impossible. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and it was growing faster than I could contain it.We need to talk. Soon. Heart to heart, I resolved, my chest tightening as I fought back a surge of emotion. The silence of the room around me only made the ache sharper, more vivid.Just then, Lucas’s footsteps broke through the quiet, and I quickly pushed my phone back into my pocket. He entered the lounge with a tray balanced in his hands, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate sending up tendrils of inviting warmth.The image of Elijah and Victoria lingered in my mind, gnawing at my thoughts like a relentless storm. They looked so comfortable together, so... familiar. It wasn’t j
Sophia’s POV“Lucas,” I called out, stepping onto the cobblestone path that led to the resort’s grand, albeit faded, entrance. “You’ve got a prime location here.”He emerged from the double doors, his familiar grin warm against the chilly mountain air. “Sophia, welcome. How was the drive up?”“Long,” I admitted, adjusting my scarf as the wind tugged at it. I was bundled up in a navy wool coat, a pair of tan ankle boots, and a thick cream-colored knit scarf. The frosty air bit at my cheeks, and I shoved my gloved hands into my coat pockets for warmth. “But worth it. This place…” I gestured to the sprawling ski resort behind him, its old-world charm dulled by time and neglect. “It’s stunning. Or at least, it has the bones to be.”Lucas chuckled, his gaze lingering on me. “That’s why you’re here. To make it amazing again.”As I stepped closer, I caught the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke clinging to the air, mingling with the crispness of the snow-dusted ground. For a brief moment, the
Sophia’s POVThe sight of Phoebe standing in the doorway took my breath away. She looked so different from the last time I’d seen her—thinner, her cheekbones more pronounced, her posture subdued. But her eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, carried a familiar depth of emotion that struck me instantly. Before I could speak, she stepped forward and wrapped both Kayla and me in a tight embrace.“Phoebe,” I murmured, still stunned. “You’re here.”Her hug felt prolonged, as if she were drawing strength from it. When she pulled back, her hands rested firmly on my arms, her smile wavering slightly. “I couldn’t stay away any longer,” she said, her voice soft but laden with feeling. “I needed to see you.”“We’ve missed you so much,” Kayla said, adjusting Asha on her hip. Asha reached out with a tiny hand, patting Phoebe’s cheek, as if sensing the tension in the air. Kayla smiled gently, her tone as soothing as always. “How have you been?”Phoebe hesitated, brushing a tear from her chee
Sophia’s POV“This is where she works?” Jared asked in awe, looking around Emily’s fashion boutique and studio. Last night, I dreamed of Emily. The memory stayed with me through the morning, compelling me to take Jared to her studio today. I wanted him to see her world, to connect with the pieces of his mother’s life, and perhaps, in the process, learn more about the woman who had given him life.“Yes, sweetie,” I said, kneeling beside him and pointing to a mannequin draped in a half-finished gown. “Your mom spent hours here, creating beautiful designs. She always said fashion was her way of telling a story without words.”Jared tilted his head, studying the unfinished dress. “Did she make this one for someone special?”A lump formed in my throat. “Maybe,” I whispered. “She had so many dreams... and you were always her biggest one.” I guided him to a small table near the sewing area. I pulled out a box filled with swatches of fabric and colorful buttons, things Emily had once used t