"She said, I love you till the day that I die." SUNFLOWER - Rex Orange County
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Samantha's POV
I agreed to my agency and McLaren about Lando and I's break-up announcement. The cacophony of camera shutters and the murmur of excited conversations enveloped me as I sat at the edge of the runway. The air was thick with anticipation, a tangible energy that hummed like electricity through the hollow space of the grand hall. I adjusted the hem of my sleek, midnight-blue gown. I scanned the sea of faces—photographers jockeying for position, models backstage casting nervous glances in the mirror, and fashion enthusiasts wearing their most extravagant outfits as if competing for the spotlight.
"Excuse me, darling, could you just tilt your chin? Perfect," cooed a photographer, capturing my poise against the backdrop of the vibrant cityscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Sure thing," I replied, my voice laced with practiced ease, though my green eyes held a guarded spark—a remnant of past betrayals that still lingered close to the surface.
"Miller, over here!" another called out, prompting me to offer a gracious smile, the kind that graced billboards and magazine covers yet seldom reached the depths of my soul.
As the lights dimmed and the first model strode confidently onto the catwalk, a hushed reverence fell over the crowd. I watched, appreciative of the artistry but somewhat detached, my thoughts drifting until a sudden shift in the ambiance captured my attention.
He entered from the opposite side of the room, his presence like a gravitational pull that redirected every gaze—including mine. Stephen Domenicali epitomized effortless charisma, commanding the space around him without uttering a word. His short, wavy brown hair caught the light as he moved, and his hazel eyes sparkled with an inviting warmth that belied his assertive stride. I never expected him to attend this fashion show.
"Who's that?" whispered a fellow attendee, leaning closer to me with wide-eyed curiosity.
"Stephen Domenicali," I responded, noting how his tailored suit hugged his athletic frame. "The entrepreneur who's been turning heads all over the city."
"Ah, of course. He has that aura about him, doesn't he? Like he knows exactly what he wants and how to get it," the attendee mused, watching Stephen navigate through the throng of admirers with a polite nod and a disarming grin.
"Indeed," I agreed, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in my chest as I observed him. There was something magnetic about Stephen that went beyond superficial charm. It was in the confident set of his shoulders, the engaging laugh that rose above the ambient noise as he exchanged pleasantries—each gesture pulled at me, awakening a curiosity I hadn't felt in a long time.
"Looks like he's coming this way," the attendee whispered, almost conspiratorially.
My pulse quickened. The thought of speaking with Stephen both intrigued and unnerved me. I straightened in my chair, resolving to maintain my composure, even as the temptation of his approach threatened to unravel my carefully constructed defenses.
"Ms. Miller, what a pleasure to see you here," Stephen said as he finally reached me, his voice smooth and rich like aged whiskey. "I must say, the runway is significantly less captivating without you gracing it."
"Mr. Domenicali," I greeted, allowing a genuine smile to touch my lips. "I'm enjoying the view from this side for a change."
"May I?" he gestured to the empty seat beside me, and with a nod, he settled in, the warmth of his presence palpable.
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If You Leave Me
Fiksi PenggemarSamantha Miller was dating Lando Norris, an F1 driver. Their relationship seemed perfect in every way. They shared laughter, dreams, and a love that was electrifying. But life has a way of throwing unexpected curves, and Samantha's world came crashi...
