Three days later...It's been three days since I last saw Eden. And since then I have cried so much that no tears left in me to shed.My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist to cry.I blame myself for everything that occurred in my life and I wanted to fix it but Eden didn't give me chance to speak. I've been calling him continuously form past three days but didn't attend single call and I guess he didn't want to do anything with me. And I totally got it why? but my heart doesn't want to understand. All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the door and Robin emerged from the door and I have been staying with Robin for the past three days because she insisted me."Get ready, we're going out," Robin announced, her voice breaking through my thoughts.I looked at her, p
"He's heartbroken, Stassie, You have broken up his trust and he will never forgive you for it" he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you do this to him?"I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words I felt a lump in my throat, my heart aching at his words. "I... I never wanted to," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "Believe me, Declan, hurting Eden was the last thing I wanted." "I didn't even know I was talking to Eden Wylon," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "He never told me who he was. The first time I met him in person, I wanted to tell him the truth, but he didn't even look at me."I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He was smitten by Heather's beauty. That's why he proposed to her."Declan looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Eden didn't propose to Heather," he said, his voice firm. "Who told you that?"Robin and I exchanged a glance, a realization dawning
I looked up and found a dark silhouette in n the window of the of the second floor which was obvious to my eyes was heather's. She didn't do anything to help me. She just stands there and looking at my mesirable life.I turned around and walked back to my former home and took my suitcase from the porch and stopped a cab. "Take me to a budget hotel," I told the cab driver, my voice barely above a whisper. The city lights blurred past as he nodded and steered the cab towards the less glamorous part of town.Before long, we pulled up in front of a rundown building, its neon sign flickering intermittently. "Here we are, miss," the driver announced, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.I paid the fare and stepped out, my suitcase in tow. The hotel lobby was dimly lit, and a sense of unease washed over me. I approached the front desk, where a disinterested receptionist handed me a key."Room 204, second floor," he mumbled, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.As I unlocked
The Next DayWe all three got ready at robin house and took her Robin puff: The magic wagon. We left earlier because we don't want to be stuck in the traffic jam forever.Currently, we are waiting for Declan, outside of a hotel where the collection launch will happen. " Should we call him, Stassie?” Heather’s voice cut through the silence, her silhouette outlined against the dashboard lights of the wagon.“No, he’ll be here any moment now. He told us to wait,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the hotel entrance. As if on cue, Declan emerged from the hotel, his eyes scanning the area. Robin, quick to react, slid the back door open and waved to catch his attention. Her efforts were rewarded as Declan spotted us, crossed the road, and hopped into the back of the wagon.In his hand, he held our golden tickets to the event - the invitation letters for the fashion runway show. “Everyone got their invites?” he asked, his eyes meeting each of ours in turn.“Yeah, I guess so…” I responded, my fing
I spun around, presenting the USB drive to Heather. Her eyes sparkled with relief and excitement. "Thank heavens, we've located it just in time. The runway show has already started," she exclaimed. "What? The show has begun? We need to get this USB drive to Alan Soros before the show ends," I responded, a sense of urgency creeping into my voice. "You're absolutely right. Hand me the USB drive. I'll rush it over to Alan. Meanwhile, you should go and locate Declan and Robin," Heather instructed, extending her hand towards me. Without a second thought, I placed the USB drive in her outstretched hand. Heather curled her fingers around the USB drive, a smirk playing on her lips. It was an expression I hadn't seen on her face before, "Heather, what's going on?" I asked her. In a split second, Heather's demeanor changed. The friendly, supportive Heather I knew seemed to vanish, replaced by a stranger. She looked at me, her eyes cold and distant. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice devoid
The sound of cameras clicking echoed in the room and one-by-one models walked down the runway, wearing extraordinary pieces of clothing that I worked on for months. The gowns all came in shades of frost white, pearl pink, romantic blue, and fresh cream. Some were simple sheaths. Others had elaborate trains or hems covered in everything from silken flowers to seashells. Everyone was mesmerized by looking at the gowns on the models. This is the best day of my life. Today, all my hard work paid off. I was tough in the best sense of the word. I'd taken blows, the disappointments, and I had worked my way through them. Some people, I knew, would have buckled under, found a clutch, or given up. But I had carved a place for myself and made it work. I've worked so hard to achieve this dream of mine and I always believed that I could do it. The guests applauded as the showstopper made her way to the end of the runway. And strike an amazing pose. Everything looks perfect from hair to makeup.
" You are my only friends and if you let me finish this cake, then we will go to the club." I paste a smile on my face and try to act normal because I don't want her to get suspicious about it. I covered the cake with gold spray paint. And I can see Robin from the corner of my eye that she doesn't look convinced at all. But she doesn't push me further and began working on making pastries. A few minutes passed, and Robin was making ganache for her cupcake filling. And I was putting the sugar decorations on the cake. " Stas, can you get me fresh strawberries from the storage unit?" " Why don't you go and get them for yourself? I need to finish this cake off. We need to deliver this cake by tomorrow. I am already stressed out." " You're closer to the storage unit and if I move from here for a single second, the chocolate Ganache will burn and then, I have to remake it." She looked at me with her puppy eyes and I couldn't say no to those eyes, so I placed the spatula down next to th
" Well, SURPRISE! SURPRISE I AM IN NEW YORK! Where are you? I want to meet you." There is a feeling of disbelief that comes over me, that takes over, and I kind of go through the motions. I do what I am supposed to do, but I am not there at all. I was sweating like a fat woman in a sauna, I was talking about myself and my heart was beating so fast. Robin pointed to me to speak, and I just shook my head in no. Robin glared at me. " Hello?" Robin removed the call from the speaker. And she rose from the seat to go out to talk to him. I am having a panic attack, feel like I'm collapsing, like my organs are rebelling against me, and that I will throw them up. It's like I am on a swing ride in an amusement park. " Why don't you tell us? He is in New York." " I don't know. He is in New York. And I am equally shocked as you. I am not lying to you, Swear to God!" Heather wasn't going to believe me, but I didn't want to think about her. All I want to know is what Ed is doing in New York.