The bus

Don shot me a sympathetic glance, his earlier proposal momentarily forgotten in the midst of the chaos. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to touch my hand again.

I nodded, still processing everything that had just happened. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... surprised," I admitted with a nervous laugh.

Martha hurried to clean up the mess, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Maybe being a model wasn't so far-fetched after all. But one thing was for sure – life with Don was always full of surprises.

While, Martha swept up the broken dishes, Don leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, I wasn't kidding about the modeling gig. I really think you'd be great at it."

I couldn't help but chuckle nervously, still trying to wrap my head around the idea. "Yeah, well, it's definitely... unexpected," I replied, shooting him a sidelong glance.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on, Accalia, admit it – you've always secretly wanted to strut down a ru