Amidst the glittering stars and the dark secrets of high society, Aurora and Damon find themselves intertwined by an unpredictable destiny. In the heat of passion and jealousy, their souls are drawn into a game of power and desire, where past and pr...
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The Parisian twilight painted the sky in shades of pink and orange as I gazed out the window, the soft light reflecting off the old rooftops of the city that had become my home. Paris had always had an air of magic, but today, instead of tranquility, all I felt was a mix of anxiety and anticipation. In a few hours, I would be back in New York. Back to the place where it all began.
It had been ten years since I left, leaving behind the familiar faces of friends and neighbors. An old memory surfaced in my mind, as vivid as the day it happened. A smile, a glance. That face, now distant, still made me wonder. Did he remember me? Did any of them remember?
I sighed, looking at the unfinished sketch lying on my desk. Drawing had always been my way of escaping, of giving shape to my dreams of one day becoming a fashion designer. Even though Paris had inspired me in every possible way, something always seemed to be missing. Maybe the real magic was in the city I was returning to.
"Sweetheart, it's time." My mother's soft voice pulled me out of my daydreams. I turned and saw her standing at my bedroom door, her eyes as gentle as ever, her dress impeccably elegant. My father was just behind her, with that warm smile that always made me feel safe.
"I'm coming, Mom," I replied with a smile, though my heart was in turmoil. They had always been my anchor, my safe harbor, and I knew that no matter where we were, our family would remain strong and united.
As I grabbed my flawless leather suitcase and prepared to leave, one last question echoed in my mind. Had time erased all our memories? Or was there still a place for me in the life I had left behind?
Paris had been beautiful, but New York would always be the place where my heart longed to be. I just needed to believe that there was still place for me there.
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