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My Husband 34

My Husband 34

ARIA’S POV 

But it’s only for a moment, and he’s gone. I must have mistaken him for someone else

As the fashion show comes to a close, I am surrounded by a flurry of excitement and congratulatory cheers from my colleagues and peers. They rush to me, clapping and showering me with compliments on the impression I made on the runway

Their genuine enthusiasm and support fill me with a sense of warmth and validation, washing away any lingering doubts or insecurities. It is a surreal moment, basking in the glow of their admiration and knowing that my hard work and dedication have paid off

I smile gratefully, accepting their praise with humility and gratitude. Their words of encouragement are like a balm to my soul, affirming that I am capable of achieving greatness and deserving of recognition 

In that moment, surrounded by the smiling faces of my colleagues, I feel a sense of pride swell within me. This is more than just a fashion show it is a celebration of camaraderie and collaboration, a testament to the power of unity and support

As we revel in the success of the evening, I am reminded of the strength that comes from standing together, united in our pursuit of excellence. And with their unwavering support behind me, I know that there is nothing I cannot achieve

Well done, Aria!” 

Stella’s cheerful voice instantly relaxes me, her hug enveloping me in warmth. She cannot stop complimenting me, expressing how she always believed I could carry the responsibility of walking the ramp well 

Her words of praise fill me with gratitude and confidence, knowing that she saw something in me that I couldn’t see in myself. With her unwavering support, I feel ready to end the show tonight

Just when I walk in the corridor to go to the stage, someone familiar tries to catch up to me. I turn back slightly and I happen to come see Eva. But, I turn back and continue walking 

Miss! A photo with you please.” 

As Eva approaches me with excitement, asking for a picture together, I cannot help but feel a pang of disbelief. Is she kidding me? Why is she suddenly running behind me

I entertain the thought that perhaps my new look has thrown her off, making her fail to recognize me. But even so, I find it difficult to simply stand there and give her what she wants

Still, there is a part of me that wants to turn and walk away, to avoid the awkwardness of the situation altogether. But another part feels a twinge of amusement at the irony of it all

As I continue to ignore Eva’s request for a picture, hoping to avoid the awkwardness of the situation, I suddenly feel a hand grab mine. Startled, I turn to see Eva standing, before me, her expression determined

Caught off guard, I find myself unable to simply brush her cft. With a resigned sigh, I turn to face her, bracing myself for whatever confrontation may come. Despite my reluctance, there is a part of me that knows I cannot avoid this interaction forever

I see the horrified look on her face and I want to laugh. Now that she has a closer look, she can instantly recognize me. Well, I got a fan

Yyou?! What are you doing here?” 

CHAPTER 34 

+25 BONUS 

With a simple gesture, I point towards the stage, indicating my intention to walk the ramp once more and close the show. There is no need for words as I convey my resolve to take control of the situation

Eva follows my gaze, understanding the message without a spoken exchange. It is a silent agreement between us, a recognition of the power dynamics at play. With determination, I move towards the stage, ready to reclaim my place in the spotlight and end the show on my own terms

Didn’t I tell you that I’m friends with Stella Newton?” 

As I observe the shock registering on Eva’s face, I can sense a whirlwind of emotions and questions swirling within her. The surprise is palpable, etched into the furrow of her brow and the widening of her eyes

In that moment, I imagine the flood of thoughts racing through her mind confusion, disbelief, perhaps even a hint of admiration. She had not anticipated my assertive response, and now she is left grappling with the unexpected turn of events

CHAPTER 35 

+25 BONUS 

CHAPTER 35 

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