CHAPTER 33
ADAM’S POV
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Sophia and Eva dragged me to the fashion show against my will, and I cannot shake the feeling of disdain as I sit through the event. Watching models strut down the runway feels like a waste of time to me. Despite the excitement around me, I find it
difficult to muster any enthusiasm for the spectacle unfolding before my eyes.
Sophia’s insistence on attending the exclusive fashion show, citing the difficulty in securing tickets from Stella Newton, left me feeling somewhat obligated to join. She painted it as the premier event in town, and with such high praise, I reluctantly agreed to accompany her and Eva.
Although I could not share her excitement, I understood the rarity of the opportunity and decided to go along, despite my
reservations about fashion shows in general
“Ooh, this event is lit!”
Eva’s excitement is getting on my nerves and all I want is to leave the place.
“Stella doesn’t hand over tickets like this to anyone, you know?”
I was really exhausted of hearing them repeating it over and over again.
“It’s good that Donatella managed to get us those invites,”
As Eva boasts about her achievements or her connections, I feel a surge of irritation rising within me, causing me to clench my
jaw in frustration. Her egoistic behavior and need for validation grate on my nerves, and I find it increasingly difficult to listen to her without feeling a sense of exasperation. Despite my efforts to remain composed, her boastful statements only serve to intensify my inner turmoil, leaving me struggling to hide my indifference.
I continue to scroll on my mobile, when I hear the crowd cheering louder than before. As I lift my head, I spot the show stopper
and oh Lord, what do I see?
Aria?!
The last person I expected to see strutting down the runway with such confidence and grace. My jaw drops in astonishment as I watch her command the attention of everyone in the room, her presence radiating an undeniable aura of elegance and poise.
I am momentarily stunned, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight before me. Aria, who I have always known as reserved and unassuming, now stands before me transformed into a vision of beauty and sophistication.
As the crowd erupts into applause and camera flashes fill the air, I cannot help but feel a swell of pride and admiration for Aria. In that moment, she is not just another model walking the runway–she is a beacon of strength and resilience, defying expectations. and embracing the spotlight with grace and confidence.
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I watch in awe as she continues to captivate the audience with each step, a living proof to the sudden transformation of self- belief and determination. However, as she reaches the end of the runway, I feel jealousy overpowering my body and mind.
How dare they all look at my Aria with such admiration and awe?
She is mine, and the thought of anyone else laying eyes on her fills me with an irrational sense of possessiveness.
My jaw clenches as I watch the crowd’s enthusiastic response, my fingers tightening around my phone as if seeking a distraction. from the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me. I try to push aside the irrational jealousy, but it lingers like a shadow, clouding my–thoughts and poisoning my mood.
It is absurd, I know. Aria is her own person, free to shine and succeed in whatever she chooses. But in this moment, as I watch her bask in the adulation of the crowd, I cannot shake the irrational sense of resentment that gnaws at the edges of my mind.
I force myself to look away, unable to bear the sight any longer. But even as I try to distract myself with my phone, the image of Aria strutting down the runway remains etched in my mind, fueling the flames of jealousy that threaten to consume me.
As I reflect on the Aria I once knew, a pang of realization hits me like a sudden gust of wind. This Aria, confidently sashaying
down the runway, is a far cry from the quiet and reserved person who once shared my space.
Memories flood my mind of moments of intimacy. The Aria I knew was gentle and unassuming, content to blend into the background rather than seek out the spotlight
But here she is now, transformed into a vision of confidence and beauty that I barely recognize. It is as if she has shed her old self like a cocoon, emerging from her shell with reclaimed strength and resolution.
As I battle with this realization, a sense of loss washes over me. I mourn the person she used to be; the Aria who was once so
familiar to me.
In her place stands a stranger, captivating and enigmatic, a reflection of the person she has become. As I watch her command the attention of the crowd with such effortless grace, I cannot help but wonder what it means for our relationship, and whether there is still a place for me in her new life.
Aria modelling at Stella Newton’s fashion event has turned her into a celebrity overnight and I wonder if I still have a chance.
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