"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
"Your dressmaking skill is so impressive, Miss Jones! You've got a workshop, right? May I know where it is?""Miss Jones, is the commission period open? My daughter will be competing in a piano recital abroad, and I was wondering if you could make her a dress.""Miss Jones, how about a collaboration? I'm thinking about becoming your brand's authorized seller. I'd love to discuss the details with you."The ladies surrounded me, bombarding me with requests.Soren was right—I had gained a lot of new clients from high places!When I finally managed to address all of their requests and had a moment to myself, I turned and saw Sally and Edith watching me from afar.Edith was pouting in indignation, while Sally's expression was more… complicated. It was as if regret, envy, and resentment had converged in her gaze.I straightened my back and beamed at them before leaving.The party was over, and I bade Madame Kenway goodbye.Soren was there to see me off at the gate, where the Bentley
My grandmother was just as stunned. "That was more than a decade ago! They remember that?""Did you know the man who showed up at our door was the current Kenway patriarch himself, Grandma?" I asked. "He's retired now, though.""No way! How could I possibly know? I saw his title and figured he was at least some Lieutenant General.""But he later became the General! God, these are the kind of people we wouldn't dream of marrying," my aunt exclaimed."What are you saying, Aunt Sarah? He's just trying to repay me for saving his life. He's not interested that way," I clarified, giving myself a subtle reminder as well."Shh. We can fantasize a bit when it's just between us, right?""If Taylor hadn't gotten tangled up with that Kennedy boy, just this act of heroism could have been the start of something real. But… Well, the Kennedy situation got too messy and out of hand, and now you can't even annul your civil partnership immediately…"My mood darkened. I had about a dozen days left
I stared at Edward in disbelief. "I've never heard anyone dress up their affair in such heroic language. You made it sound like it was the greatest sacrifice humankind has ever witnessed!"Oh God. I'm not interested in whatever you choose to do with your life, but the same goes for you when it comes to mine."I told you: we are not getting back together, and we are splitting. That's the only outcome, period," I declared."I disagree. Even if you sue me in court, you won't annul our civil partnership as long as I say no," he replied firmly."Sure, maybe the first time! But they always dissolve it the second time. I'll just have to wait a few more months," I shot back.Edward was silent for a moment before he suddenly said, "Are you trying to get our divorce done quickly because you want to marry Soren?"We've been together for years, and yet I've never noticed how close you are with the Kenways. He lent you a massive sum of money, stayed at your place throughout the night, and i
"Yeah! I've been a little busy before this, so it took me until now to finally make some progress." I set my tools down and grabbed my meter ruler. "Alright. Stand still while I take your measurements.""Now? But you've got things to do," Soleil replied."Well, everyone else in your family has already had their measurements taken.""Yes!" As I took her measurements, she started chatting excitedly.She complained about Soren working overtime before being outstation two days ago—and no one knew where exactly he had gone.Then she vented about her mom pestering her about dating, even mentioning names from their elite circle. Unfortunately, she wasn't interested in any of them.At least now I understood why I hadn't heard from Soren lately. "Tay-Tay, you should visit us at home this weekend! Distract her by chatting with her so she'll stop breathing down my neck!" Soleil suddenly said.I could only decline. "I don't think I can for a while, I'm afraid.""Busy?""No. It's becau
Edward knew that my specialty was women's wear. Nearly every award I had won thus far had been for women's clothing.The only time I had ever received an award for men's wear was right before graduation. That design was still locked behind the glass cabinet at the National Academy's fashion design course.The only other piece I had made for a man was Edward's wedding tuxedo. It was perfectly crafted, too.See, it wasn't that I couldn't design men's clothing well. It was just that I had limited time and energy to focus my branding, and I believed women's clothing was the more rewarding choice.I didn't want to respond to him at all.But somehow, he guessed it correctly anyway. "You're making a suit for Soren."Edward didn't even phrase it as a question. He was that sure of himself.I straightened up from my work and said more firmly, "Get out of here, Edward."He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. "How close are you two?! I've never seen you make clothes for any man
Edward had it worse. The scissors had plunged straight into his thigh, creating a bloody gash.I watched as blood seeped from between his fingers, even as he tried to cover it.My breath came in shallow gasps, shock and anxiety overwhelming me, yet somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought he'd brought this on himself.The phone had fallen to the side. Amid the silence, we suddenly heard Soren's worried voice.I snapped out of my daze and searched for my phone. Finally, I spotted it.Edward reached for it first, but I moved faster. I grabbed it and stepped back, putting space between us."Mr. Kenway!" I greeted.It was rare to hear Soren—who usually spoke in a calm, mild, gentlemanly manner—sound so anxious. "Taylor! What happened? Are you alright?"I glanced warily at Edward. "Nothing. Just a little situation. I can handle it.""You sure about that? Should I send someone over?""That won't be necessary, Mr. Kenway. Anyway, I have to go for now. I'll talk to you later."I
"I'm not. Honest," I fibbed."Do you want me to send someone over to check?" he asked firmly.I was stunned and helpless. "Fine… I got a graze on my arm. I've treated it with some well-placed plasters.""Just that?""Yeap.""Are you home, or are you in your workshop?" he asked."The latter.""You should go home for the night, Taylor. Lock your door and windows later. Call me if anything comes up. I'll help."I listened to his instructions in stunned silence.Hold on—why was I following his orders? We were supposed to be just friends.And yet, somehow… what he was doing made me feel like I was his girlfriend."He's… He's gone now. It was just a small cut. You don't need to be so…" I trailed off, about to tell him there was no reason for concern. I had suffered worse under the Jones.Before I could continue, though, Soren's voice softened. "Taylor, you're only human. You're not a superwoman. Be kind to yourself. It's okay to put yourself before work."I froze.Then, unexpec
"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