Laird’s POVCome on, even if she said her name multiple times, I would still try to forget it. I didn't know why she thought I would welcome her feelings. Again, I didn't want to be full of myself, but she always bothered me, whether in classes or on the baseball field.Well, I have to admit, she was physically attractive. I even thought she looked a bit like Fenella. Her hair was bright and straight blonde, just like Fenella's. However, her lips were too thin for my taste. Her blue eyes were darker, unlike Fenella's bright irises, like a summer sky.In terms of body language and personality, I never liked Amy. If I had to write down all the differences between Amy and Fenella, it would probably take me at least 24 hours to finish.Even so, I still tried to be nice to Amy because she seemed to be Fenella's best friend. Although I didn't know why she insisted on being friends with Amy, I respected her decision."Laird, I didn't know you were alone. Would you like me to accompany you to
Fenella’s POVMy mouth hung open in disbelief at everything Laird told me. So, Amy was behind all my bad luck all this time? My bully was the one who had been the wall between Laird and me.I had suspected Amy for a long time that she was the cause of my plan's failure at prom night. But I never expected her to accuse me like that in front of Laird."So, is that the real reason you rejected me back then?"He sighed deeply. His cigarette was finished, the story had been pieced together, and now all that was left was regret that came too late. Laird shrugged."I've been a jerk, Fenella. My mistake all this time was jumping to conclusions too quickly and getting angry without confirming things with you. Even now, I admit my anger still leads me to make irrational decisions.""So, about the type of girl you like being a model or Charlotte McMillian—""It was all nonsense that blurted out. I told you, I just randomly pointed at a billboard." Laird cut me off.I pressed my lips tightly toge
Fenella’s POV"Please, Fenella. Stop with this silent treatment.”Jessy begged me. I hadn’t spoken to him for over a week, hadn't responded to his messages, and hadn't answered his calls. Maybe I was being immature and should have been more professional, but I was still upset with him.I had learned that the key to a good relationship is communication. That's what I learned with Laird. But honestly, that advice only applies to people I really want to keep in my life. Toxic people like Alan, or those who claim to be friends but are never there when I need them, like Jessy, are the kind of people I need to cut out of my life. Unfortunately, Jessy was still my agent, and Alan was still my boss. Nothing had changed, even though I wished it would."Fenella, come on. It’s been a week," he said firmly, trying to intimidate me like he always did when we argued. Of course, I still ignored him. I had just finished recording and shooting the commercial for Muses perfume. Jessy had chased me i
Fenella’s POV"I want to quit," I said as I placed the white envelope on Alan's desk.Alan looked at the envelope and raised one eyebrow. I had prepared myself for Alan's possible outburst, knowing how he could become extremely temperamental when he was angry. Everyone knew how Alan could be very volatile when upset.I swallowed hard, bracing myself for Alan's reaction, but he simply remained seated in his chair. He tapped his pen on his hand. Alan just sat there, staring at the envelope, with both elbows resting on the armrests of his chair.After a while, he finally swiveled his chair to face me directly. He uncrossed his legs and propped both elbows on the desk.I tightened my fingers around my small white bag. My body was stiff in the chair, waiting for Alan's reaction as if I were awaiting a judge's verdict. He then looked at me coldly."Is this an April Fool's joke?" He asked, frowning with a raised eyebrow, dismissing me."It's December 1st, Alan, not April 1st. This is not a j
Fenella’s POV"Is that so? That's incredible, baby!""Yes!" He laughed.My eyes widened, and a wide smile spread across my face. My expression mirrored Laird's, who also appeared delighted by this joyful news. We embraced tightly, and Laird even spontaneously lifted my body. He even spun us around for a moment with our enthusiastic laughter.When Laird seemed to start coming down from his excitement, he gently set me back down. He was panting, his face flushed, and his lips curled into a joyful smile."Congratulations, honey," I whispered softly and then kissed his cheek."Thank you, hun. It's all thanks to you," he stroked my cheek with his thumb.
Fenella’s POV"Hello, Jessy."I picked up the call from my agent. Yes, up until now, he was still my agent, and I still had to answer his calls. He was still my friend because we had made amends, and I had forgiven him for the incident in Mexico.In the end, I swallowed my pride and became a good friend to him again. He was struggling with his relationship with Mike. Honestly, I couldn't bear to leave him when he needed my help."Fenella, forgive me." His voice was hoarse, and he sounded like he had been crying.Oh no. What's happening now?"What's wrong, Jessy?" I asked, furrowing my brow."It's an emergency. It's a mess, and you were right; it's all my fault," Jessy whimpered with tears in between his words."Jessy, what is it? Tell me." I knew this would be terrible news.I sat on the sofa, preparing for all the bad news that was about to hit me this time. My heart was pounding fast, and Jessy slowly stopped crying. I sat up straight, sharpening my ears."Alan said you had submitte
Fenella’s POV"Is this how you treat me? You said you would protect me."I barged into Alan’s office first thing in the morning. My steps thudded, and I nearly slammed his desk if I hadn’t restrained myself. Jessy stood behind me, trembling with fear.“Good morning, Fenella. Tea?” Alan asked with a smile, raising his teacup.“Cut the act.” I scowled and glared at him.“I’m just acting normal, as usual. It’s you who’ve been out of control lately,” he shrugged and sipped his tea casually.“Why did you have to mess up my life and career?”“No, Fenella. You’ve messed up your own life and career. I’m actually trying to save you from ruin,” he said, setting his teacup back on the desk.“Oh, right, you’ve cornered me into a dirty project I can’t avoid. Thanks for trapping me,” I hissed, leaning over the desk and propping my hands on it.“Hey, you’re the one who signed the contract, not me. No one forced you to sign it, did they? Did I kidnap you and threaten to cut off your pinky if you didn
Fenella’s POV“Do you have her manager's number?” Jessy walked quickly beside me, matching my pace.“Yes. I sent him a message and asked for a meeting with Mallory,” I replied as we hurried to my red car.“When did you get his number?”“At the after-party, he gave me his number and invited me to meet him at the bar in New York.”“Ah ha! Was he handsome?” Jessy’s face lit up, and I snorted.“That’s not important.”We both quickly got into the car. Jessy, at the wheel, started the engine while I opened the navigation app to find directions.“We need to catch Mallory at her studio. Her manager said they’ll be heading to the airport for an international trip in half an hour. The studio is about a twenty-minute drive, so we have only a little time.”“Okay, step on it!” He squealed.Jessy immediately took the road at an alarming speed. Other cars behind us honked loudly, but he didn’t care.“Whoah!” I exclaimed, gripping my seatbelt tightly.“I can cut the time down to fifteen minutes!” He