Rewriting My Heart's Fate

The lights dimmed, and the music began.

The first model walked down the runway. She wore the gown I had carefully designed. The delicate green lace and the sheer fabric, like a veil of mist, perfectly highlighted her graceful figure.

Gasps of awe echoed from the audience. I couldn't help but smile. This was just the beginning.

Each subsequent dress caused waves of cheers and applause. The fusion of vintage and avant-garde styles, and the blending of Easton elements with Weston aesthetics, showcased a unique fashion inspiration that belonged to me. The final gown was even more spectacular. The applause was deafening. But I didn't care. I had grown accustomed to the sound of applause. Yet, at that moment, these cheers meant nothing to me.

Just then, a commotion broke outside the venue. Curious, I turned to see what was happening.

There, walking in with elegant strides, was Ethan in a black tuxedo, accompanied by none other than a poised and graceful woman. She was holding onto his arm and exuded an air of elegance and confidence. Seeing this, my breath caught in my throat.

Though I had endured pain before, I didn't have the full picture then. I even thought I was simply overthinking things. But now, I was seeing it with my own eyes.

Was she Vivian Albright, the one Tony had mentioned?

Ethan brought her here? Was this his deliberate way of announcing their engagement?

was my show. It was

Ethan made his way toward me. When he reached me, a meaningful smile curled on his lips as he said, "I told you

smile. "Yes, Mr. Grayson. I didn't expect you to keep your

moved to the woman beside him. "And this

smiled politely and extended her hand. "Hello, Ms. Wiley. I'm Vivian Albright, Ethan's friend." Friend? More

and shook her hand politely. "So you're Mr.

and whispered in my ear, "If you have something to

to plaster on a smile and maintain my composure in

hours were a

met

me no time to breathe. Only after

catch my breath.

grabbed my hand. Startled, I tried to pull

didn't respond.

the exit. He tugged me along, causing me to stumble as I asked, "Where are you taking