New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 255 A fashion show?

Alex reached for his glass of water, taking a big gulp, and then, just as Christian mentioned Talia's name, Alex choked. Water sprayed everywhere, and Alex spluttered, trying to catch his breath. Christian, with a concerned look, jumped up from his seat and patted Alex on

the back.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Alex continued coughing, waving a hand at Christian to show he was alright. "Yeah, yeah," he managed to get out between coughs, his face red. "You just caught me off guard with that... revelation." Christian smirked as he watched Alex's reaction. "It's not that shocking, is it?"

Alex finally stopped coughing, turning to Christian with wide eyes, looking almost like a deer caught in headlights. "Are you crazy?" he blurted out, still half in disbelief. "Talia? Of all people?"

Christian sighed heavily, walking back to his seat. He plopped down, looking at Alex with a slightly annoyed expression. "This is why I didn't want to tell you, Alex. I knew you'd be judgmental about it."

Alex let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not judging, alright? It's just... Talia? She's Claire's best friend! Does Claire even know about this?"

Christian shrugged, looking a bit nonchalant. "Maybe yes, maybe no," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But given how close they are, Claire's gonna find out sooner or later. There's no hiding anything from her."

Alex shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around the idea. "You're seriously going out on a date with Talia? Are you out of your mind?"

Christian raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Why? What's wrong with Talia?"

wrong with her," he admitted. "It's just... she's Claire's best friend

"You're overthinking this," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "It's just a date. No big deal. And whatever bad relationship you and Claire share it won't affect us if you are wondering." Alex sighed. "I suppose you are right. But I still couldn't grasp that you are going out

and the other designers were deep into the final stages, making sure every stitch was perfect, every hem aligned. The room buzzed with energy as sewing machines whirred and designers chattered, exchanging ideas and offering feedback. Talia stood out among them, her hands moving deftly, her mind racing with last-minute adjustments. "Pass me the gold thread," Talia called out, her voice a mix of excitement and authority. One of the junior designers quickly handed it to her, and she got back to work, her fingers weaving the thread through the fabric with precision. The design was coming together beautifully, a vision of elegance that was sure to wow the

look at her finished dress. She let out a satisfied sigh. "Done," she declared, turning to Claire,

you've got everything under control,"

her eyes. "Absolutely. Let's go give those staff members a few pointers. They better be ready to decorate as their

two women left the

The grand estate was already a flurry of activity. Staff members scurried around, arranging flowers,

being transformed into a luxurious runway setting, with lights being rigged up and a stage being

hanging elegant drapes a

are full of energy,

I have to. I can't afford this fashion show to ruin." A sad smile graced her face as Talia remembering the fire of her very first

her shoulder in assurance. "Don't worry, Talia. I'm sure this fashion show will go

watched as Talia immediately began directing the staff, adjusting floral arrangements, and instructing on the placement of decorations. Claire could see the way Talia's eyes lit up, the

ver

hadn't been any frantic calls from Robert or even Frank Claire had a sneaking suspicion that Robert had already informed Frank about the project's progress, but for now,

He swung the door open and poked his head inside. "Hey, Chris," he said cheerfully. "How about a round of golf tomorrow? The weather's supposed to be

never said no to golf. The man loved it, and he always made time for a game, especially with Alexander. "What do you mean, you can't?" Alexander asked, his brow furrowing. "Are you going