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
ARIA’S POVAs Stella points out the discrepancy in the ticket logo, a ripple of realization spreads across the faces of Eva, Adam, and Sophia. Their expressions contort with a mixture of disbelief and dawning comprehension, as if a veil has been lifted to reveal the truth.It is a moment of revelation, as the implications of Stella's observation sink in. I can almost feel the tension crackling in the air, as the significance of this revelation hangs heavy between them, casting a shadow over their previously confident façades.Stella's swift action to summon the security guard catches my attention, but my astonishment grows as I spot Adam's friend, George, stepping in as if he owns the place. His unexpected intervention adds another layer of intrigue to the unfolding drama, leaving me wondering about the extent of his involvement in the situation.There is a sense of bewilderment as I watch him assert himself, his actions injecting a new element of uncertainty into an already volatile
ADAM’S POVI am completely taken aback by the sharp words spewing from George's mouth. It is a bitter realization that, in my absence, he and my family have denigrated Aria. The weight of this revelation hits me like a ton of bricks.I cannot help but feel a pang of guilt, recognizing that this toxic environment is a consequence of my own actions. It is a sobering moment of clarity, as I come to terms with the role I have played in allowing such negativity to fester unchecked. The weight of responsibility settles heavily on my shoulders, as I grapple with the consequences of my inaction.The shock hits me hard as I realize that neither George nor any of my friends have ever uttered a word about Aria in my presence. I never could have imagined that this was their opinion of my Aria.The possessiveness implied by the phrase "my Aria" catches me off guard, as if acknowledging a deep connection I had not fully recognized before. It is a moment of profound revelation, as I struggle with th
ARIA’S POVAs Regis leads me toward the back door, my gaze lands on a young, handsome man standing nearby. His presence catches my attention, a sudden glimmer of intrigue amid the chaos unfolding around us.There is a certain magnetism about him, a combination of confidence and charisma that draws my eye. In the midst of the tumult, he stands out like a beacon of calm, his presence a welcome respite from the storm raging within me. I find myself curious about who he is and what role he might play in the unfolding drama.The intensity of the affection in the young man's gaze leaves me momentarily stunned, a flicker of recognition dancing at the edges of my mind. There is a familiarity about him that I cannot quite place, as if our paths have crossed before in some distant memory.I search my mind, trying to recall where I might have encountered him, but the details remain frustratingly elusive. Despite the veil of uncertainty clouding my thoughts, I cannot shake the feeling that there
ADAM’S POVAs I glance over, I see Aria walking alongside my uncle Regis, Stella, and the handsome man. There is a sense of camaraderie among them, a shared connection that intrigues me. Aria's serene demeanor stands out amidst the group, her presence commanding attention even as she walks with an air of quiet confidence.Beside her, my uncle Regis exudes a protective aura, while Stella's playful energy adds a touch of light-heartedness to the scene. But then there is the handsome man; his presence adding an element of mystery to the group dynamic.As they walk together, I cannot help but wonder about the bonds that unite them.“Look! She already got herself a rich guy as your replacement!”Adrian's persistent behavior stirs up a tempest of anger within me, threatening to boil over at any moment. His words cut deep, triggering a surge of frustration and indignation that threatens to consume me.Yet, beneath the surface, there lurks a seed of fear—an unsettling notion that perhaps ther
ARIA’S POVA sense of unease prickles at the back of my neck as I feel someone following me at a quick pace. Instinctively, I quicken my steps, the rhythmic sound of my heartbeats matching the cadence of my movements.Every footfall reverberates with a sense of urgency, echoing the racing thoughts in my mind. Then I hear a familiar voice.“Aria! Wait!”As I turn back and come face to face with Adam, disgust courses through me. My features harden into a mask of disdain, the emotions churning within me evident in the coldness of my expression.It is a visceral reaction, fueled by years of resentment and betrayal that have festered beneath the surface. In that moment, there is no room for pretense or diplomacy, but only the raw intensity of my contempt for the man who has caused me so much pain.With a steely gaze, I hold his gaze, refusing to let him off the hook for his past transgressions.“Are you here for the divorce papers?”My question is to remind him that he cannot close the dis
ARIA’S POVAs we all head to another place, the tension that had gripped us begins to dissipate. Stella and Regis huff in annoyance, their frustration palpable in the air as they reflect on the events that have unfolded since the show ended. Their annoyance says a lot, adding to the turmoil and discord that has marred what was supposed to be a joyous occasion.Despite their efforts to maintain composure, the strain of the situation is evident in their tense expressions and exasperated sighs. As they struggle with the fallout of the evening's events, I cannot help but weight of remorse for the role I have played in contributing to their distress.The weight of my desire for divorce and freedom from the Millers feels heavier than ever, like a suffocating burden I cannot shake off. Every step I take seems to bring me closer to them, like haunting shadows that refuse to release their grip.In the suffocating confines of our relationship, I have always felt stifled by their expectations an