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ia's

monds over the grand hall, its shine matchi

tation heels, and the anxiety bubbling within this gala night tonight was not about blending in. It was ab

The designs were daring, bold, and far too ambitious for someone like me, an aspiring fashion de

hing for a target. Someone influential, someone who could grant me a chanc

l gala was filled with them, moguls and tycoo

lf before security figured out I was not o

suit hugging him perfectly. His dark hair was stylishly messy, and hi

cing at him, frigid and calculating as they

r, and I was desperate enough to seize my opportunity. My stomach churned as I

phia. Do you happen to know where I could find someone from Prestige'

he had forgotten how to breathe. Up close, his presence wa

the portfolio in my grasp. "And what precisely are you so eager to show t

heart racing. "I'm a designer, well, aspiring to be. I've put mon

determined, I'll give you that. But crashing a gala isn't exac

al is the only path. Besides, isn't

ent chills down my spine. "Good point.

flipped through it with a skilled eye, slowly going through ea

t real talent." My chest filled with pride, but before I could reply, he added, "But talent alon

much, leaving a sour taste in m

returned the portfolio, his fingers grazing mine. A surge of el

," I said, forcing a smile.

ertained than before. "Good. G

able. I should have walked away, thanked him for his time, and left

then three, and another one, and by the time we staggered into the elevator

. So hot that I couldn't resist him. I didn't even know him much; I just met him for the first

ch whispered word erased t

y managing her life. I was simply a wo

pouring through the curtains was a harsh reminder

, and the stranger next to me looked far too serene

ered my belongings. My heart raced as I escaped the room, hea

done? What have I

intentional? Hours later, while I sat in my small apartment, sipping coff