My eyes scan the email quickly, trying to grasp the tone before I even start reading the words. The opening is brief and formal—just a simple greeting—but as I continue, I start to feel the tension in my chest loosen slightly.
"Rafha," the email begins, "I've read through the draft, and I appreciate the care you've taken with my story. You've captured the essence of what I wanted to convey, and I respect your approach to the material."
I exhale slowly, relief washing over me. It's not effusive praise, but it's more than enough. The fact that Sandro is satisfied with the draft is a huge victory in itself. He continues in the email, mentioning a few minor adjustments—details that he'd like clarified or expanded upon, small tweaks to certain phrases that might better reflect his intentions.
But overall, his tone is positive, and he ends the email on a note that feels almost encouraging.
"I look forward to seeing the final piece. Thank you for your effort and professionalism. Let's ensure this story makes an impact."
I sit back in my chair, a smile spreading across my face. This is it—this is the moment I've been working toward, and it's finally starting to come together. Sandro's approval feels like a validation of all the hard work, all the late nights and early mornings spent obsessing over every detail.
But there's still work to be done. I make the changes Sandro requested, carefully adjusting the draft to incorporate his feedback. The revisions are minor, but I approach them with the same level of dedication I've given to the entire project. Every word matters, and I'm determined to get it right.
Once the revisions are complete, I send the updated draft to Lila. This time, the wait for her feedback is less nerve-wracking, partly because I feel more confident in the piece and partly because Sandro's approval has given me a renewed sense of purpose.
Lila responds within a few hours. Her email is short and to the point, but her message is clear.
*"Rafha, this is excellent
YOU ARE READING
HIS FIRST LADY(SANDRO MARCOS)
FanfictionRafha's friend took her to a club, where she met the DJ and used him to get back at her husband for cheating on her even though she was the perfect wife. He was just so young and talented. She then fled after leaving a check. Later, when she ran i...
