Michaella, a gifted writer, finds herself haunted by the memories of a love that slipped through her fingers. As she pens down her heartache and cherished moments with Gabrielle, an architect whose charm and warmth once made her world brighter, she...
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when I awoke, a mixture of excitement and nerves swirling in my stomach. Today was the day—my book signing event, the culmination of months of hard work and endless hours of writing, editing, and promoting. I lay in bed for a moment, letting the significance of the day sink in before I finally threw back the covers and headed to the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I carefully dried my hair, styling it in soft waves that cascaded down my back. I wore the suit I purchased the day before, it was professional, elegant, and most importantly, it made me feel confident. As I applied my makeup, I opted for a look that was both natural and polished, with a hint of shimmer on my eyelids and a soft pink gloss on my lips. Today, I wanted to feel like the best version of myself.
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By the time I finished getting ready, it was still early, but I was too energized to sit still. I grabbed a quick breakfast—a smoothie and a slice of toast—before heading out the door. The drive to the venue was peaceful, the city just starting to wake up. I arrived at the agency to make sure everything was in place. The team greeted me with smiles and reassurances that all was ready. I went over the final details one last time, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. It was really happening.
When I arrived at the venue, the team was already setting up. The space looked perfect—the large banners with my book cover, the neatly arranged books on the signing table, and the stage set up for the Q&A session. I took a deep breath, letting the excitement build as I filmed a few behind-the-scenes clips for my Instagram story, giving my followers a sneak peek of the event. Everything was ready.
By 11:15 AM, the first fans started to arrive. I watched through the large windows as they gathered outside, some clutching my book to their chests, others chatting excitedly with friends. My heart swelled with gratitude. These were the people who had supported my work, who had believed in my story, and I couldn't wait to meet them.
At noon, the doors opened, and the event officially began. I took my place behind the signing table, my heart pounding with excitement. The first fan, a young woman with bright eyes and a shy smile, approached me.
"Hi, I'm Katie," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she handed me her book.
"Hi, Katie! It's so wonderful to meet you. Thank you for coming," I replied, smiling warmly at her. "Would you like me to personalize the book?"
"Yes, please," she said, her eyes shining with excitement.
I signed her book, adding a personal note of thanks, and handed it back to her. "Thank you so much for reading my book, Katie. It means the world to me."
She smiled, her cheeks flushing with happiness. "Your book... it really helped me through a tough time. Thank you for writing it."
Her words touched me deeply, and I reached out to squeeze her hand. "Thank you for telling me that. It means more than you know."
