How to be loved

41 - You're wrong

How to be loved

41 – You're wrong

Flash back

Freen's POV

It's the fifth day of London Fashion Week, and for the first time since it began, my schedule is blissfully clear. Becky made sure I'd have a rest day today, right after last night's grand launch for Fendi, where I took the runway as their top model. She always looks out for me, balancing the chaos with moments of calm, and today is one of those days.

I stirred awake, instinctively reaching for the familiar warmth beside me, but Becky's side of the bed was cold. The soft sunlight filtering through the curtains hinted that she'd been gone for a while. My heart sank briefly at the emptiness, but then I spotted a neatly folded note on her pillow, the handwriting unmistakably hers.

"Rest, my love. I've just got a few things to attend first, but I'll be free from two in the afternoon. Let's explore London together. I miss you already. I love you."

I held the note, reading it over a few times, letting her words sink in. A smile tugged at my lips. Even in her absence, Becky had this way of making me feel cared for, like she was always thinking about me, even when she wasn't around. The thought of spending the afternoon exploring the city with her warmed my heart.

I laid back against the pillows, the room still echoing with her presence. It's funny—sometimes I still can't quite believe it. I can't believe that she's mine now. My girlfriend. That word feels like magic, like something I've been waiting to say forever. She's all mine, and I'm hers.

And even though she's only been gone for a few hours, I miss her already.

As I lay there, basking in the warmth of her love, a thought suddenly popped into my mind—no one in my family knows about us yet. Not even Nam, my best friend. It feels surreal to think I've kept this from them, especially Nam. She's been there for me through everything, yet I haven't told her about the most important thing happening in my life right now.

I knew I couldn't keep this a secret much longer. I reached for my phone, my fingers hesitating for a moment before I dialed Nam's number. I smiled at the thought of how she'd react, knowing her well enough to predict the teasing, the endless questions. But that's what makes Nam, well, Nam. She'd want to know every little detail, even though she'd still make me repeat the whole story when we're back in California.

The phone rang a few times before I heard her familiar voice on the other end, and in that moment, I realized how much I'd been holding back. It was time to share my happiness, time to let the world—starting with Nam—know about the woman I now call mine.

I hesitated for a moment, the phone pressed to my ear as it rang, my heart racing with a blend of excitement and nerves. On the third ring, Nam picked up, her voice as familiar and comforting as ever.

"Hey! What's up? How's London treating you, superstar?" she teased, that playful tone of hers immediately putting me at ease.

I chuckled, settling back into the pillows. "London's... well, it's London. Fashion Week is a whirlwind, as expected. But right now, I've got some actual free time, thanks to Becky. She made sure I'd get a chance to rest."

"Oh yeah? Wait—did you just say Becky made sure you had a rest day?" Nam's voice sharpened slightly, curiosity lacing through her words.

"Yeah, Becky." I repeated, feeling a rush of warmth at the mention of her name. "She's always looking out for me."

"Ohhhh, how sweet of that British beauty," Nam teased again, her interest clearly piqued. "So, how's that plan of ours going?"

I took a breath, the weight of what I was about to say settling in. "Actually, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."