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The morning sun streamed through the windows, filling the living room with gentle, golden light. Michelle sat at the kitchen counter, stirring her coffee absentmindedly, lost in her own thoughts. The calm of the morning around her felt strange against the storm of emotions she was feeling inside. For the first time in a long time, she felt unsure of herself. The news of being nominated for the Young Architect’s Award was starting to feel real, and it brought a wave of self-doubt. Could she really meet everyone’s expectations? What if she wasn't as talented as people thought? She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts aside. She had worked hard, maybe even harder than she ever had before. Davenport Studio was thriving, her designs were getting noticed, and she had Raymond, whose steady presence always made things feel more manageable and possible. Raymond walked into the kitchen and immediately picked up on her mood. When he saw her staring into her coffee, her mind clearly els

Michelle had a busy day, surrounded by a lot of activity. She spent hours at the studio, making sure everything was ready for a project that meant a lot to her. Finally, she felt like she could move past the pressure of upcoming design awards and her rivalry with Elena Harper. But just as she was about to head home, her phone buzzed..It was a message from her assistant, Clara: Congratulations, Michelle! You’re a finalist for the Young Architect’s Award! Michelle's heart skipped a beat. This was the recognition she had worked so hard for, every single day. She had imagined this moment many times, but now that it was happening, it seemed both exciting and a bit frightening. Was this the point she had been working toward, or was it just the start of something more challenging? Raymond, who was nearby, gently put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. He had been her rock through all the late nights and the difficulties with Elena. Congratulations, he said with pride in his voice. I always

The grand ballroom in Paris glowed with soft golden light. Michelle stepped onto the stage, her heart pounding in her chest. Rows of elegantly dressed people looked up at her with excitement and anticipation. The weight of the moment felt heavy on her shoulders, but holding the edges of the podium helped her calm down, and she took a slow, deep breath to steady herself. This was the moment she had been waiting for. The event was being broadcast live all over the world. In a cozy living room in New York, Raymond sat with the twins watching Michelle as she began her speech. In another place, Millie, Chloe, Sebastian and Damian were gathered around the screen, their faces full of excitement and pride. Even though they were far apart, it felt as if they were there with her. Michelle smiled, her nerves fading away with the thought of their support. Good evening, she started, her voice clear and confident. Her voice carried across the large hall. Tonight, standing here, I recall the dreams

The following days were filled with a whirlwind of excitement and preparations. They dug out the suitcases from the closets and checked that their passports were in order. Michelle stayed busy writing lists of items to pack, tasks to cancel, and things to remember. The twins were overjoyed, running around the house and laughing about their upcoming trip on a huge airplane. At the dining table, Chloe and Sebastian were deeply focused on their laptops, discussing work matters. I think we should adjust the project timelines while Michelle is away, Chloe suggested as she reviewed the company’s main schedule. That way, if unexpected issues come up, we’ll be prepared. Sebastian agreed, tapping his pen. Yes, I'll take care of client meetings if necessary. We’ll make the transition smooth. Michelle, overhearing them from the kitchen while packing snacks for the twins, smiled to herself. She would miss her team dearly, but knowing Chloe and Sebastian were taking charge gave her peace of mind

Michelle was in a small café's sunny courtyard in the middle of town. She felt a bit nervous as she stirred her cappuccino and kept checking the clock. Today was an important meeting with a potential investor. They chose this casual, public location to help her feel safe. Her sister Millie had offered to be there for support, but Michelle decided to handle the meeting alone. Staying professional and thinking clearly were crucial for Michelle because much was at stake. Soon, a fancy black car stopped on the cobblestone street, and a tall man stepped out. He wore a nice navy suit, with some gray in his hair. He scanned the café until his sharp eyes found her. Michelle stood as the man approached and extended her hand. Hello. I'm Michelle Hawthorne. He smiled warmly and shook her hand. I’m Oliver Grant. Thank you for meeting me. Michelle was taken aback for a moment. She knew his name. Oliver Grant was Adrien's former business partner, someone she had heard about but never met. Adrien o