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?"

scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. "Nothing's wrong with her," he

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

pressure. She 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,

few days passed in a blur of fabric, needles, and caffeine-fueled nights. Finally, Talia stepped back, taking a long look at her finished dress. She let out a satisfied sigh. "Done," she declared, turning to Claire,

crossed, gave a nod of approval. "Looks like you've got everything under control,"

in her eyes. "Absolutely. Let's go give those staff members a few pointers.

two women

estate was already a flurry of activity. Staff members scurried

runway setting, with lights being rigged up and

hanging elegant drapes a

full

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

a hand on her shoulder in assurance. "Don't worry, Talia. I'm sure this fashion

Talia take the lead. She watched as Talia immediately began directing the staff, adjusting floral arrangements, and instructing on the placement of decorations. Claire could see the

ver

and the robot project. Everything seemed to be going well, there 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,

a casual bounce in his step. He swung the door open and poked his head inside. "Hey, Chris," he said cheerfully. "How about

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