Chapter one: Fairytales Woven in Silk
A soft, lovely melody floated through the air, curling around the room like a gentle embrace. I sat comfortably on my massive white couch, legs crossed, my silk robe draped effortlessly around me. I sipped my champagne slowly, enjoying the chilled sparkle on my tongue, while my eyes danced across the pages of a gripping romance novel.
"Damn… that's a twist," I muttered under my breath, covering my mouth in shock. "No way he just did that." My heart pounded with anticipation.
Just then, the sound of heels echoed sharply across the marble floor.
"Good morning, boss," a familiar voice chimed. It was Ariana, my ever-efficient assistant. Her smile was bright as the morning sun.
"Good morning, Ariana," I replied, looking up at her. "You look very happy today. Any interesting news?"
"Of course," she said with a wink. "The Paris Fashion Show preparations are going smoothly, and the designs are all finalized. The team is buzzing with excitement."
I nodded approvingly. "Good. What about the presentation for the Valeré Company? They requested a design for their winter luxury line, didn't they?"
"Yes, and they'll be expecting your sketches before the show."
I stood up, placing my glass gently on the table. "Perfect. Help me with breakfast, please—and make sure everything is packed. We'll be flying to Paris in a few hours."
"Right away, boss."
The ride to the hotel in Paris was nothing short of glamorous. The streets were alive, and the red carpet outside our hotel shimmered like stardust under the lights. Cameras flashed. Paparazzi shouted my name.
"Juliet! Juliet! Over here!"
A reporter pushed forward. "Juliet! What can we expect from this year's fashion show?"
I smiled confidently. "It's going to be like a fairytale written in silk and stitched with dreams."
"Beautiful!" the reporter exclaimed.
The security quickly ushered me inside. I let out a deep breath and accepted a glass of wine. The hotel's chandelier glittered above me as I looked up at the night sky through the tall glass windows.
"This is going to be a long trip," I whispered to myself.
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Later that night, I laid on my massive bed wrapped in white sheets as soft as clouds. I picked up my phone, just as it buzzed.
Unknown Number. But I already knew who it was.
"Hello sir," I answered, my voice calm and sweet.
"Juliet," came the familiar voice of Mr. Landon Vale, one of the biggest fashion moguls in America. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I have an important idea I'd like to discuss—are you free this weekend?"
I smiled. "Of course, sir. I'll be done with Paris in two days. I should be in America shortly after."
"Perfect. I'll be waiting. Good luck with the show."
"Thank you, sir."
I ended the call and pulled out my sketchbook, the quiet instrumental music playing in the background as I began to sketch. My eyelids grew heavy, and soon, I drifted off to sleep with my pencil still in hand.
The Next Morning…
The runway blazed with magic. Models flowed down the stage in my designs—powerful, elegant, fierce. It wasn't just a show; it was an experience. A fairytale alive in fashion. Cameras flashed. The crowd cheered. And I… I walked onto the runway with grace as the final curtain fell.
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A Few Hours Later — America
The jet lag couldn't stop my mind from racing.
Why did Mr. Vale want to see me so urgently?
And what about his idiot of a son… That arrogant, spoiled brat. Just the thought of him made my skin crawl. Always surrounded by lustful girls who only cared about his looks and money. Disgusting.
"Mrs. Jules," Ariana asked softly from the front seat. "Should we head to your house or…?"
I adjusted my sunglasses. "No. Take me straight to Mr. Vale's estate. I want to know what this meeting is about."
"Got it, boss," she replied with a smile as the car turned into the driveway.