Brenda was too impatient. Her dress was starting to fray as she tried to pull away non-stop.The other young women rushed toward them, intending to help but only making things worse."What the hell is with your dress?! It should be illegal!" Brenda snapped."Me? You're the one who bumped into me!""Which wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for your stupid dress!""At least, my stupid dress isn't a knockoff! You're the one who's been embarrassing yourself since you put yours on!"The two were getting closer to starting a brawl, so I stepped in. "Enough, let me handle this."Man, I would have paid to watch a catfight if this were not happening at Lisbeth's birthday party. The other young women stepped away so I could examine it more closely.And the funniest part? It was the simplest tangled string imaginable. All they had to do was move closer and pull the strands off the flowers quickly. Oh my God. These women wasted so much brainpower trying to be the prettiest or the mos
Soleil led Brenda and me to the lounge on the second floor while instructing one of her people to bring needles and thread.Brenda had wanted to remove the dress so I could work on it, but since we couldn't find a shirt in her size, I had to sew it while she was still wearing it.Still, half an hour later, I had repaired the dress so well that no one would have guessed it had been ruined."See that? This is what it means to have a big heart, Brenda. You should learn from her instead of your self-important friends with main character syndromes," Soleil snarked between bites of her pastry.Brenda looked pretty upset but wasn't about to defy the Kenway heiress."It's all Edith's fault!" she grumbled. "I'm so not her friend anymore!"Soleil clapped the crumbs off her hands. "Aite. Let's go, Miss Jones!""Miss Jones?" I laughed. "What happened to 'Tay'?""Fine, Tay. In return, you can only call me Sol."Soleil was cheery, spunky, and a lot of fun. It was hard not to like her.I th
Soren pointed toward a direction. "The balcony. There are fewer people there."I looked at him, slightly slack-jawed. "Don't you need to, uh, host the guests?""Aren't you a guest?"My cheeks flushed as I followed him to the first-floor balcony.The night breeze was cool, carrying with it the fresh scent of pines and the forest.The question resurfaced in my mind."Mr. Kenway—""Taylor—"We paused, realizing we had spoken simultaneously, and laughed."You first," he said.I pressed my lips together to steady my quickening heartbeat. "I really want to know: have you known me before this? Have you been trying to approach me?"He seemed to swallow hard. His mesmerizing eyes were fixed on my face.After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Don't you remember me at all, Taylor?"I was stunned. "Er… Have we met before?"I searched my memories as hard as I could, but his face—or anyone who resembled him—didn't appear in any of them.He noticed the confusion on my face and fla
I looked closely and noticed a small, almost imperceptible scar running across his right forehead."After hearing about our mysterious heroine, I asked the townsfolk who it might be. By the time I identified you and found your house, your grandmother had already taken you back to the city. I was too late," Soren revealed.I was stunned. Our history went back that far? What could I even say to that?If we had missed each other then, though…"What about the second time?" I asked."It was summer the following year. I was swimming in the river with two friends. I'm a strong swimmer, but I had terrible luck that day. Not long after entering the water, my legs cramped. Soon, the current started pulling me downstream."My friends tried to save me at first, but they couldn't keep up. So, they rushed to find help…"My eyes widened. I remembered this!"I was crossing the Schansey Bridge on my way to buy ice cream. I saw someone struggling in the water and called for help, but no one else
I gesticulated slightly, unable to voice my thoughts aloud.I wanted to ask, "Why didn't you ever show up in my life again, despite wanting to meet me all these years? Why only start now?"He seemed to understand. "I only stayed in Schansey for three years. Grandpa was transferred to another base, so I followed him elsewhere. I didn't even expect us to see each other again someday.""When did we see each other again?" I asked, confused."When you were studying at the university.""Huh?! I was at the National Academy! Were you also a graduate?""Mm-hmm."We were alumni! The National Academy was located right here in Metropolis, one of the top five universities in the country—though its fashion design program was notoriously lackluster. At the time, I had chosen the university for one reason only: Edward. He was a third-year student there.I had liked him for so long. I followed him there, and a year after I enrolled, we were in a relationship.Soren said, "I was doing my re
It was precisely because Soren was such a promising, exceptionally brilliant young man that he had been allowed to become the leader of a weapons manufacturing company.Silence fell over us, filled with unspoken thoughts.I leaned against the railing, gazing into the night, as memories resurfaced in my mind.Regret washed over me.If we hadn't missed each other back then, at university… would things have been different now?No. Maybe not. I had been too blinded by love to truly see Edward for who he was. I didn't even know why I loved him so much.I discovered his illness when we first started dating. Any other girl with a clear sense of logic would have broken up with him right then.But I wasn't like that—I was optimistic, determined, and spirited.When I learned that our blood types were the same, I thought it must be fate. Everything seemed to tell me that we were meant to fight his illness together—a team, a couple, capable of weathering any storm.This thought made me fe
"Was that how you learned to cook?" I asked, recalling the food he had made."Think nothing of it," Soren replied quietly.All of my questions had been answered. I felt great—upbeat.Soren noticed, too, because a smile spread across his face. "You don't still think we're being nice to you because we want your blood and organs, do you?"I blushed. "Come on, don't bring that up! Sorry.""Nah, all you needed was some explanation. I didn't say anything back then because I figured you'd forgotten about it. Besides, you were 'married' to someone else. "If we'd suddenly started being overly nice, it might have caused you more trouble than help. Your then-partner and his family could have given you grief," Soren elaborated.Aww! He was as considerate as ever."Who would have expected things to go sideways like that? Your wedding was canceled, and troubles just kept piling up. I told my family we had to help you out in a time like this. Fast forward, and here we are."I was moved beyo
"Ha, I'm no fan of all that highfalutin commotion either!" Soleil replied, gesturing to the waitresses behind her. "Yeap, just this spot, please!"They promptly set up a coffee table and arranged desserts, dishes, and a bottle of red wine on it. Then, they placed some stools for us.She sat down and beckoned. "Come on, Taylor. You haven't had anything yet, right?"I followed her lead."You really played me, Sol. I didn't even know you were the mastermind behind much of my windfall!" I moaned jokingly."I learned to be a mysterious heroine from the very best, after all: you! Didn't you save Soren twice and disappear without telling anyone your name?"I chuckled. Well, she wasn't technically wrong…"Did you leave your brother at the hospital just to drive me home that day?" I asked between bites."Meh. He's got a driver anyway. He just had to wait for him.""What happened to him that day?""The weather was dry, and his tendency to overwork himself came back to bite him. He star
"Oh, you're changing jobs?" I asked."Aye. I think I've done all that's worthwhile in my current position. I want a change of environment and platform," Amanda replied."I get it. Honestly, it's impressive that you've worked at the same company for years."We went to have dinner at the Oriole. There, I told her everything I'd been through.There was never a dull moment on Amanda's face. The expressions she made in quick succession were a show of their own."I did not imagine Ed to be this kind of asshole at all! You two were like a perfect match back then! You were the academy's most famous couple!"Her words pulled me into old memories for a moment."So, what's next?" she asked. "I bet you already have suitors, right? That coat is proof!"She pointed at the trench coat on the chair next to me with her chin.Since the parking lot of the Oriole was a short distance away, I had put it on again to brace against the cold."Yeah. You could say that. But I'm not interested for now.
"How long till your friend is here?" Soren asked.I checked my phone. "About half an hour from now."Without warning, he slipped off his trench coat and draped it over me, pulling it down over my head."The temperature is below zero, and you're still wearing so little. Ladies really do endure the cold for the sake of fashion," he remarked."Ah, I'm fine!" I quickly protested, startled. "I'm not even cold! And if I take this, you'll freeze once you step outside.""The car is right outside—I'll be fine. But you'll be here for another thirty minutes. I don't want you freezing," he insisted.Worried that I might take it off, he grabbed the sleeves and tied them securely around my arms."Now you're warm," he said with satisfaction."Dude, I look like a prisoner tied up."He patted my head. "Never seen a prisoner this beautiful."My cheeks burned. My heart swelled with joy."I'll be off now. See you tomorrow.""Right. Bye-bye."I watched his tall, gallant figure disappear throug
The centennial was happening soon. I had sent the dresses I designed to the faculty a day before the event and was now heading to the airport—Amanda was arriving today.What I didn't expect was seeing Soren at the airport!He was wearing a large black trench coat, making him look even more refined. As he strode gallantly through the arrival gate, several young women stopped in their tracks, staring at him like a pack of fangirls.Unfortunately, I was one of them too.I even blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.Soren seemed surprised to see me as well. His solemn, serious expression melted away into gentleness as soon as he noticed me.Michael—who was pushing the luggage trolley beside him—spoke up in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here, Miss Jones! Did you come because you knew Mr. Kenway was returning to the city today?"I opened my mouth—then immediately realized I had no idea how to answer.If I said no, it would be embarrassing for Soren. But if I
Jean asked, "So, how did he take it? It must have been pretty embarrassing to be rejected."I shook my head. "I had lunch at the estate. Uh, they invited your head chef just for that."Jean tsked. "Dude, he goes above and beyond for you, and yet you rejected him. Amazing."I ignored her and continued. "Madame Kenway kept dropping hints during lunch, and I told her… I'm not in the mood to be in a relationship. I just wanna focus on my career.""Right. If you start dating so soon after your annulment, everyone will start thinking you've been planning this from the start."God, it really took a best friend to understand you."I know, right?! That's what I told Soren too! I don't want people to think he got in the middle of my relationship with Edward!"And I already have a bad reputation—I destroyed my own family and all that! If they start making up rumors about him having an affair with me, and that somehow being the reason I got divorce… A stain like that could ruin his family's
"No way!" I retorted reflexively.Jean had known me for years, though. She smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Spill the beans, girl. Seeing someone new, haven't you?"I bit my lip. My cheeks were warming up again. Was it the bonfire or…"Come on, just say it! It's just the two of us here! Oh, I know… Is it 'Mr. Kenway'? I've seen both of you together twice, and honestly, the way y'all look at each other? I smell a situation."Honestly? The real reason I wanted to be here was so I could talk about my drama to my best friend instead of bottling it up. Naturally, I was easily coaxed into opening up.A smug grin appeared on my face before I knew it. "Girl, he confessed to me! But I—""He what?!" Jean cried out in shock, staring at me. "The hell is with this speed?! You've just ended things with Edward, and now he's already confessed? Could it be that he had been…"She lowered her voice and finished, "Thirsting for you?"I was speechless."Can you not? I haven't even received the legal d
Was it just me, or did he sound a little jealous? Something felt off, but luckily, it was still easy to feign ignorance.I coughed quietly. "Well, it's getting late. I should drive home. Please tell Mr. Rockefeller my thanks."I was about to hang up when Soren suddenly called out, "Taylor."I froze and brought the phone closer. "Yes?""I get jealous when you praise other guys in front of me. Please remember that I'm the first one to tell you how I feel, so you better be fair and just in the process. Otherwise…"His gentlemanly voice had taken on a new, mesmerizing quality. It was low, soft, yet brimming with assertiveness and authority.It felt as though my soul had been petrified by some kind of charming magic."Otherwise… what?" I whispered, my heart racing."You'll know when it happens," he replied cryptically. "Though I'd rather you never find out."I couldn't understand what he meant at first."The roads will be slippery because of the snow, so please drive safely," he s
"Good evening, Taylor." Soren's voice was low and soft.The way he enunciated his words made him sound so proper and gentlemanly. It was so refreshing that I felt as if the cold had left me.My mind started to blank. I suddenly realized I could not speak. In the end, I could only squeeze out lamely, "So… had your dinner?"He chuckled. "Yes. You?""Me?" I suddenly felt like my soul had snapped back into my body. "You really don't know?""Huh? Is that something I should know?" Soren asked, confused.Wait. So Richard didn't report anything to Soren after all! I had been fooled!"Oh… damn it," I muttered, smacking my forehead. "Mr. Rockefeller played me like a fiddle…""Huh? You mean Ritchie? What did he do?"I sat up straight and forced myself to calm down. Well, I started the conversation, so I had to finish it myself."I had dinner with that colleague after we finished discussing work. We were eating at a seafood hotpot place. Then, when we were about to finish, we saw Mr. Roc
When we were almost finished, I heard someone call out, "Miss Jones! Fancy seeing you here!"I looked up, stunned. It was Soren's best friend, Richard!"Mr. Rockefeller, hello!" I said, rising to greet him.He nodded. "Hello to you too."Richard then glanced at the man sitting opposite me."This is my newly hired General Manager, Jamie Young," I quickly introduced. "Mr. Young, this is Richard Rockefeller of Rockefeller Media. He's one of the city's elites. Who knows, we might work with him one day."Jamie stood and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rockefeller!"Richard shook his hand. "Likewise!"He turned back to me. "It's the weekend today, so why aren't you hanging out with Soren? It's the first snow of the year. People are in a pretty festive mood."I knew exactly what he meant. The snow had blanketed the city in white, and people were out enjoying it, taking pictures, playing, and simply reveling in the change of season."We met earlier today, but I have thin
When someone cared about another person, they were mindful of everything that person possessed. Even the smallest pain was worthy of concern.Real life wasn't like fiction. Most people didn't experience cataclysmic events or life-threatening situations. Thus, where else could we show our care and love, if not through the mundane sufferings of daily life?The more I thought about it, the more I regretted how I'd spoken to Soren. I really needed to apologize."Miss Jones? Miss Jones!"I snapped out of my thoughts. "Oh! Yes?"Jamie fixed me with a questioning look. "Are you alright? We can always talk about this on Monday.""No, let's do it today. I'm free today." I forced myself to sit up, holding the ice pack to my forehead while flipping through the documents with my free hand. "What are your questions? I'll answer them."This company was the culmination of my blood, sweat, and tears. And now, I had found someone just as invested in making it better as I was! How could I be a de