The announcement took the world by storm. Scarlet Sinclair, the new face of AmĂ©line Couture. Even Scarlet was shocked when she first heard it. She had known about the discussions, the initial talks of a possible partnership, but she hadnât expected it to happen so quicklyâor so publicly.AmĂ©line Couture, the epitome of high-end fashion, blending vintage sophistication with modern glamour, had officially chosen her to be the face of their newest campaign.Their press release swept across the industry within minutes:âOver the years AmĂ©line Couture has maintained its ongoing legacy of delivering elegance through powerful transformation. Scarlet Sinclair perfectly represents all the qualities which AmĂ©line Couture stands for. She represents power through acting skills while embodying strength and elegance and transforming self. We are honored to welcome her as the newest face of AmĂ©line Couture, alongside Darren Flores, as we redefine fashion for the modern generation."Social media expl
The penthouse was poorly lit, no surprise considering the bright, chaotic day Scarlet had just had. The distant roar of the bustling city outside felt muted, leaving behind only the soft creaking of the penthouse settling in the night.With a sigh of relief, she kicked off her heels and exhaustion took over her like a heavy blanket.She tossed her bag onto the nearest chair,âthen ran a hand through her hair and rolled the stiffness out of her shoulders.The campaign shoot was hardâit ran on for hours under bright lights, and there was a lot of stress on her. Now, she just wished for some time alone to relax.She thought she'd be on her own.But as she looked over at Grayson's office, she saw a soft light coming out into the hall.That was unusual.Intrigued, she stepped closer, and looked through the open door.Grayson was surrounded by papers on his desk while his laptop screen showed through his glasses.Grayson wore a black T-shirt tapered around his defined muscles which combined
Scarlet awakened to the low droning of the television and the soft, muted light of morning flooding her curtained room. Stretching, she cleared the sleep from her eyes, and picked up the remote. One click raised the volume, and the soft room was flooded by the familiar sounds coming from a music channel.She listened to it in the background while she entered the bathroom, her body ached somewhat from the exhaustion of running all these weeks.Warm water rushed over her body and she sighed, aware of the text messages she hadnât been answering. Her mother. Again.âShould I meet them?âScarlet had spent the last two years pretending her family didnât exist, convincing herself she had no reason to look back. But the weight of those unread messages lingered like an invisible chain around her neck.Life was exhausting enough without adding family drama into the mix.Shaking the thought away, she finished up and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her damp body. She picked up another to
The internet frenzy did not appear to be letting up. The Scarlet and Darren rumor had grown overnight, taking over all gossip sites, news outlets, and fan boards. Photos from their AmĂ©line Couture campaign shoot were analyzed like evidence in a courtroom. Clips from Glass Roses resurfaced, fans dissecting every glance, every touch, every unscripted moment between them.It was absurd. No matter how many times she had made it clear that her marriage was private, people refused to accept it. She could handle the rumors, but what about Darren? It wasnât fair for his name to be dragged into this mess.Her phone buzzed. A message from Alina."Scarlet! I hope you can still make it tonight. I'm super happy! Don't mind the loud noise. Can't wait to see you there.â€ïžâScarlet looked at the text for a bit, then put her phone aside.She was going. A rumor wasnât about to dictate her choices.She found Grayson in his office, lost in work.He had on a close-fitting black dress shirt with rolle
The internet was on fire. Scarletâs appearance at Alinaâs event had set off another round of speculation, and this time, it wasnât just about her. Now, people were analyzing every detailâevery glance, every interaction, every second sheâd spent with Darren and his sister.âIs she trying to get close to Darrenâs family?ââIs this her way of making their relationship public?ââScarlet Sinclair is playing the long game, and weâre here for it.ââWhy else would she attend such a personal event for Alina Flores?âEntertainment news sites dissected every detail, fueling speculation with side-by-side photos of Scarlet and Darren from the event."First, they star in Glass Roses together, then they land the AmĂ©line Couture campaign, and now sheâs showing up for his sisterâs big night? Connect the dots, people.""Thereâs no way Scarlet would have attended if she wasnât close to Darren. Sheâs never been one to do things without a reason.""This is classic Stardom Heights. Keep it low-key, let the
Standing outside the expensive restaurant with her hands in her coat pockets, Scarlet stood. She focused solely on her racing heartbeat as the wind blew and cars made muffled sounds in the background.Two years.She hadn't seen her mother for two whole years. Two years had passed since she escaped from the restrictive life that had governed her existence through most of her years. Septic texts had been neglected for weeks until she eventually consented to meet. The large hat and big sun shades occupied her hands while she took deep breaths to steady herself. The stakes were too high to permit any mistakes from her side.She was already dealing with enough without the media adding another problem to the mix. Before Scarlet came to the restaurant she remembered what Grayson had said. âShe didnât owe them anything.âShe kept repeating those words in her head as she stepped into the restaurant. The warm and tranquil parts of the building stood opposite its frosty exterior. F
A vibration of an email notification beeped on Scarletâs phone. Stretched out on the couch, she was perched against a cozy warm blanket, viewing one of her old favorites on TV. It was one of the first films she had done, a memory of having a long way to come and all she had to undergo to be back in the industry. She absentmindedly picked up her phone, in the hope that it was a call from Grayson or something on social media.Her eyes skimmed over the sender: Maison Rouge Official.Maison Rouge?Her heart missed a beat. The brand ranked among the most prominent luxury fashion houses, known for its spectacular runway presentations and celebrity clientele. Scarlet's interest was aroused when she opened the mail. âSubject: Exclusive Invitation â Maison Rouge Fashion ShowDear Scarlet Sinclair,We are excited to announce an exclusive opportunity to walk in our featured Maison Rouge Fashion Show! Your elegant grace, stature and beauty match precisely what we are designing for this upcom
In the lead-up to the Maison Rouge fashion show, there were fittings and rehearsals and styling sessions. The atmosphere in the brandâs private studio was electric. Designers dashed between racks of couture, tailors deftly pinned and adjusted fabrics with geometric precision, and stylists huddled regarding the perfect accessories.The air reeked of luxury â fine silks, wistful perfumes, wrinkle-free clothes.Scarlet entered the changing-room, welcomed by the buzz of sewing machines and muted conversations.She was taken to a private chamber, full of breathtaking clothes â silk, sequins, stiff corsets, feathered flourishes.Each piece was designed to shock on the runway.As she stroked the fabric of an intricate beaded bodice, the energy in the room changed.A different presence occupied the space.Scarlet recognized the presence without needing to turn around.Sydney Harper.A hush swept through the stylists as Scarlet caught Sydneyâs reflection in the mirror. The pair stared each ot
The internet was a battlefield.Sydney Harper and Max Davisâs interview on Letâs Talk With Laura Show had done exactly what it was meant toâignite a firestorm of controversy. Social media was ablaze, with people dissecting every single word they had said.Hashtags #TeamSydney and #TeamScarlet dominated Twitter trends, fueling endless debates. Every clip, every smirk, and every carefully rehearsed response was analyzed frame by frame.On one side, Sydneyâs supporters praised her for her âgraceâ and âhonesty.ââSydney is so strong. You can tell she wanted to say more but held back. Thatâs real class.ââSydney is so classy. You can tell she really cared about Scarlet once. Sheâs just worried about her.ââScarlet has always been a mean girl. This just proves it.ââShe didnât drag Scarlet, but letâs be realâshe COULD have. Sydney took the high road, and I respect her for that.ââNot Sydney being the bigger person while Scarlet hides? LMAO.âBut Scarletâs defenders werenât backing down.âY
The vibrant lights of Let's Talk With Laura Show illuminated the sleek, contemporary set while the crowd burst into applause. The camera moved over enthusiastic faces, capturing the thrill in the room as the show resumed after a commercial break. The excitement was palpable â everyone realized this was the interview they had long anticipated. The cherished hostess Laura Hollis rested in her signature velvet chair, her inviting yet keen expression just as it ought to be. She bent forward, smiling at the camera. "Welcome once again to the Let's Talk With Laura Show! Now, tonightâs guests need no introductionâfashionâs reigning queen and one of Stardom Heights' most sought-after actors. Please give a big welcome to Sydney Harper and Max Davis!âThe crowd stood up and clapped when they saw Sydney and Max come on stage. Sydney was in a white silk dress that clung to her perfectly, her long blonde hair hung down her back.She greeted, very confident, in her signature smile and painted
A phone call woke Scarlet with a jarring noise early in the morning. Daylight creeping through the curtains made her moan while she extended her hands to find her phone.She stumbled over the sheets before finally catching hold of it.It was like a torrent had hit her screen, missed calls, messages, notificationsâ they swept over her page like an avalanche.She narrowed her eyes at the caller ID.Darren.âHello?â Her voice was groggy, thick with sleep.âScarlet, have you seen whatâs going on?â His voice was tense.Scarlet sat up, rubbing her eyes. âNo. What are you talking about?âDarren hesitated. âItâs bad. Itâs best if you donât look.âHer gut clenched. "Darren, what's wrong?âA long sigh. âJustâŠstay off your phone for now.âThat only made her more curious. As soon as their call ended, another notification popped upâa text from Alina.Alina: Stay strong. No matter what. They canât bring you down.Scarletâs pulse quickened. She clicked on Twitter, her name sitting at the top of
Sydney Harper sat in her apartment with a delicate champagne glass between her fingers while the city lights glimmered against the gold liquid. Her phone sent nonstop vibrations on the marble table but she knew every aspect of the ongoing discussions without checking her Twitter notifications or screen. Scarlet Sinclair.And worse? They werenât just talking about Scarlet. They were talking about them. Together.Suffice to say, it was a shocker.When she initially got the invitation to walk for Maison Rouge, and saw Scarletâs name there, too, she laughed aloud.It had been ages since she last saw Scarlet face to face. And yet, here they were, about to share a runway as if the past two years had never happened.Sydney had to act unbothered, had to hold her own when she finally saw Scarlet at the fitting. But inside? She had raged.Because Scarlet looked good. Too good.Jealousy. Rage. Envy.It was always about Scarlet. Scarlet. Scarlet.Sydney released a steady breath, her
In the lead-up to the Maison Rouge fashion show, there were fittings and rehearsals and styling sessions. The atmosphere in the brandâs private studio was electric. Designers dashed between racks of couture, tailors deftly pinned and adjusted fabrics with geometric precision, and stylists huddled regarding the perfect accessories.The air reeked of luxury â fine silks, wistful perfumes, wrinkle-free clothes.Scarlet entered the changing-room, welcomed by the buzz of sewing machines and muted conversations.She was taken to a private chamber, full of breathtaking clothes â silk, sequins, stiff corsets, feathered flourishes.Each piece was designed to shock on the runway.As she stroked the fabric of an intricate beaded bodice, the energy in the room changed.A different presence occupied the space.Scarlet recognized the presence without needing to turn around.Sydney Harper.A hush swept through the stylists as Scarlet caught Sydneyâs reflection in the mirror. The pair stared each ot
A vibration of an email notification beeped on Scarletâs phone. Stretched out on the couch, she was perched against a cozy warm blanket, viewing one of her old favorites on TV. It was one of the first films she had done, a memory of having a long way to come and all she had to undergo to be back in the industry. She absentmindedly picked up her phone, in the hope that it was a call from Grayson or something on social media.Her eyes skimmed over the sender: Maison Rouge Official.Maison Rouge?Her heart missed a beat. The brand ranked among the most prominent luxury fashion houses, known for its spectacular runway presentations and celebrity clientele. Scarlet's interest was aroused when she opened the mail. âSubject: Exclusive Invitation â Maison Rouge Fashion ShowDear Scarlet Sinclair,We are excited to announce an exclusive opportunity to walk in our featured Maison Rouge Fashion Show! Your elegant grace, stature and beauty match precisely what we are designing for this upcom
Standing outside the expensive restaurant with her hands in her coat pockets, Scarlet stood. She focused solely on her racing heartbeat as the wind blew and cars made muffled sounds in the background.Two years.She hadn't seen her mother for two whole years. Two years had passed since she escaped from the restrictive life that had governed her existence through most of her years. Septic texts had been neglected for weeks until she eventually consented to meet. The large hat and big sun shades occupied her hands while she took deep breaths to steady herself. The stakes were too high to permit any mistakes from her side.She was already dealing with enough without the media adding another problem to the mix. Before Scarlet came to the restaurant she remembered what Grayson had said. âShe didnât owe them anything.âShe kept repeating those words in her head as she stepped into the restaurant. The warm and tranquil parts of the building stood opposite its frosty exterior. F
The internet was on fire. Scarletâs appearance at Alinaâs event had set off another round of speculation, and this time, it wasnât just about her. Now, people were analyzing every detailâevery glance, every interaction, every second sheâd spent with Darren and his sister.âIs she trying to get close to Darrenâs family?ââIs this her way of making their relationship public?ââScarlet Sinclair is playing the long game, and weâre here for it.ââWhy else would she attend such a personal event for Alina Flores?âEntertainment news sites dissected every detail, fueling speculation with side-by-side photos of Scarlet and Darren from the event."First, they star in Glass Roses together, then they land the AmĂ©line Couture campaign, and now sheâs showing up for his sisterâs big night? Connect the dots, people.""Thereâs no way Scarlet would have attended if she wasnât close to Darren. Sheâs never been one to do things without a reason.""This is classic Stardom Heights. Keep it low-key, let the
The internet frenzy did not appear to be letting up. The Scarlet and Darren rumor had grown overnight, taking over all gossip sites, news outlets, and fan boards. Photos from their AmĂ©line Couture campaign shoot were analyzed like evidence in a courtroom. Clips from Glass Roses resurfaced, fans dissecting every glance, every touch, every unscripted moment between them.It was absurd. No matter how many times she had made it clear that her marriage was private, people refused to accept it. She could handle the rumors, but what about Darren? It wasnât fair for his name to be dragged into this mess.Her phone buzzed. A message from Alina."Scarlet! I hope you can still make it tonight. I'm super happy! Don't mind the loud noise. Can't wait to see you there.â€ïžâScarlet looked at the text for a bit, then put her phone aside.She was going. A rumor wasnât about to dictate her choices.She found Grayson in his office, lost in work.He had on a close-fitting black dress shirt with rolle