ARIA’S POV After the Adam and Eva drama at the fashion store, I never looked back. The events left me reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. I could not believe that Adam had actually bought those clothes for me. Had he taken to heart my complaint to his mother that he never bought anything for me last time? The realization fills me with a strange mix of surprise, gratitude, and uncertainty. It is a moment that lingers in my mind, casting a shadow over our relationship and leaving me wondering about Adam's true intentions. However, this is not the time for me to think about Adam. My mind is consumed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. Joining Stella Newton’s prestigious company has filled me with an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement. It is a momentous step forward in my career, and I feel like I am floating on air, brimming with anticipation for the journey ahead. Previously, working with Adam, I was trapped in the narrow confines of being just a secretary. Despi
ARIA’S POV As Elodie and Eva step into the reception, nausea churns in my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me. Despite the rising tide of unease, I force myself to maintain a air of calm. My heart pounds in my chest, a rapid rhythm betraying the turmoil within. Every step they take closer feels like a weight pressing down on me, suffocating me with apprehension. But I swallow hard, steeling myself against the panic threatening to consume me. As their eyes lock onto mine, I brace myself for the inevitable onslaught of humiliation. It is as though their gaze alone has the power to strip away any semblance of dignity I possess, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My breath catches in my throat as I anticipate their cutting words and disdainful glances. A knot forms in my stomach, tightening with each passing moment. Every fiber of my being screams to retreat, to flee from the impending humiliation. But I stand my ground, my outward composure a thin veil concealing the torrent of fear
ARIA’S POVElodie and Eva exchange surprised glances as my assertive response catches them off guard. The shift in my demeanor is palpable, a stark departure from the passive receptionist they thought they could easily manipulate. I meet their gaze with a steely resolve, no longer the same Aria they once knew—a person to be walked over without consequence.The air crackles with tension as they realize they've underestimated me, mistaking my kindness for weakness. But I refuse to be a doormat any longer. Their surprise fuels my determination, a reminder of the strength that lies within me.“Do you know who Donatella is? I’ll make sure you get fired!”Elodie's words fall on deaf ears as they echo through the room. Despite her attempts to assert dominance or belittle me further, they hold no sway over my resolve. I've reached a point where external opinions and criticisms carry little weight compared to my own self-worth.So let her words echo, let them reverberate through the air— they
ARIA’S POVAs Stella and I head to the nearby restaurant, the air between us is heavy with unspoken questions. Despite the short distance, we have not exchanged many words, but I can feel the weight of curiosity pressing on Stella's mind.The silence between us speaks volumes, each step echoing with the unspoken tension. It is as if the events with Elodie and Eva are a heavy cloud hanging over our heads, casting a shadow on our conversation.I steal a glance at Stella, noticing the furrow in her brow and the thoughtful expression on her face. It is clear that she is processing everything that just happened, trying to make sense of it all.As we approach the restaurant, I cannot help but wonder when the flood of questions will come pouring out. But for now, we continue in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, navigating the aftermath of our encounter with Elodie and Eva.As we settle into our seats at the restaurant, I sense the moment of truth approaching. With a knowing look, Stell
ARIA’S POVAs the day of the much-anticipated fashion show dawns, I find myself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions. Stepping into the bustling backstage area, I am immediately enveloped in a frenzy of activity and excitement.Surrounded by a flurry of last-minute arrangements, my senses are overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the bustling backstage scene. Seamstresses scurry about, putting the finishing touches on exquisite garments, while makeup artists and hairstylists work tirelessly to perfect each model's look. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume, mingling with the faint hum of chatter and music.Amidst the organized chaos, I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins; a heady mixture of nerves and excitement. This is the moment we have all been working towards—the culmination of weeks of tireless preparation and dedication. Yet, as the minutes tick by, a nagging sense of apprehension creeps into my thoughts.What if something goes wrong? What
ADAM’S POVSophia and Eva dragged me to the fashion show against my will, and I cannot shake the feeling of disdain as I sit through the event. Watching models strut down the runway feels like a waste of time to me. Despite the excitement around me, I find it difficult to muster any enthusiasm for the spectacle unfolding before my eyes.Sophia's insistence on attending the exclusive fashion show, citing the difficulty in securing tickets from Stella Newton, left me feeling somewhat obligated to join. She painted it as the premier event in town, and with such high praise, I reluctantly agreed to accompany her and Eva.Although I could not share her excitement, I understood the rarity of the opportunity and decided to go along, despite my reservations about fashion shows in general.“Ooh, this event is lit!”Eva’s excitement is getting on my nerves and all I want is to leave the place.“Stella doesn’t hand over tickets like this to anyone, you know?”I was really exhausted of hearing th
ARIA’S POVBut it’s only for a moment, and he’s gone. I must have mistaken him for someone else.As the fashion show comes to a close, I am surrounded by a flurry of excitement and congratulatory cheers from my colleagues and peers. They rush to me, clapping and showering me with compliments on the impression I made on the runway.Their genuine enthusiasm and support fill me with a sense of warmth and validation, washing away any lingering doubts or insecurities. It is a surreal moment, basking in the glow of their admiration and knowing that my hard work and dedication have paid off.I smile gratefully, accepting their praise with humility and gratitude. Their words of encouragement are like a balm to my soul, affirming that I am capable of achieving greatness and deserving of recognition.In that moment, surrounded by the smiling faces of my colleagues, I feel a sense of pride swell within me. This is more than just a fashion show—it is a celebration of camaraderie and collaboration
ARIA’S POVOh, did I even think that she would leave me in peace and get the heck out of there? No! Eva does just the contrary.I am taken aback by Eva's sudden outburst, her screams piercing the air like a child denied their favorite toy. It is bewildering; her regression into such childish behavior. My mind races to comprehend her actions, but I am left struggling with a mix of confusion and frustration.It is as if rationality has been abandoned, replaced by this chaotic display of emotion. I feel a sense of incredulity wash over me, wondering how to navigate this unexpected storm of behavior.“Fraud!”Eva's accusation echoes through the room, startling everyone into attention. Heads turn, eyebrows raise, and murmurs of confusion ripple through the crowd. The sudden shift in atmosphere leaves me feeling exposed, as if a spotlight has been thrust upon me.I struggle to comprehend Eva's words, my mind racing to grasp the gravity of the situation. There is a knot of unease in my stoma