When Love Breaks by Jack

The girl beside her said, “Who else? Janedream’s Elena, of course! I just didn’t expect her to be such a young and beautiful woman in person!”

“Pfft, I didn’t see you defending her earlier, and now you’re all praises.”

“What could I have done?”

The other girl glanced at her, “Did you forget how nasty you, Judie, and Dorothy were talking about her earlier? If I had defended her, you guys would have probably lashed out at me too.” Keeping a low profile.

Nothing unusual.

She didn’t argue, just mumbled, “My mom was trying so hard to secure a private session with Elena for me, and now, because of my mess… it’s probably never going to happen.” “It might not be that bad.”

Another girl chimed in, “I don’t think she’s the type to hold grudges, especially not against someone who’s, no offense, not the sharpest tool in the shed.”

The room buzzed with chatter.

Before the dinner even ended, I was swarmed with business cards – some were offers for collaborations, others were trying to secure a private session of their own. But mostly, they were looking to network.

They believed that if they could get on my good side, any project they wanted to tackle would be a breeze.

Herbert also made it clear on the spot that since I was Bella’s goddaughter, I was naturally considered his niece as well.

keen on helping them with anything, just leaving a

any one of them was a big fish that nobody

was the most

just human

made me realize I

growth, wasn’t enough to give me a solid standing in Vista Town, where the elite were a dime a

Gregory strolled over, casually wrapping an arm

Ms. Webster, I’ve spotted a

the card took

teasing, “Getting a lot

I raised an eyebrow

before whispering in my

couldn’t help

voice was playful yet suggestive, “I’m

cheeks flushed, and I quickly glanced around, thankful that everyone had made space for this VIP the moment he approached. And

here, after

came up to converse before nodding to Bella and

woman who

clear line

drive back, Nadine felt the tension in the car was palpable, with Bryant’s cigarette never seeming

but endured