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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10 years later...
Fontaine Family Private Airport
Paris, France.
Sitting in one of the luxurious seats of my family's private jet, I watched as the airport grew smaller in the distance. The sky was painted with warm shades of orange and pink as the sun set on the horizon. My thoughts were a whirlwind of excitement and nervousness. I was returning to New York, the city I had left behind a decade ago.
My mother was beside me, adjusting her seatbelt with the same elegance she always displayed. "Aurora, dear, are you ready for the journey?" she asked, her loving gaze conveying a comforting calmness.
"Yes, I'm ready," I replied, trying to hide the anxiety I felt. "I'm just thinking about how different everything will be now."
My father was seated a little further ahead, chatting with Adrien, my older brother. They were discussing the new house and the preparations for our arrival.
The cabin was decorated with sophistication, featuring soft leather seats and small foldable tables that served as supports for our drinks and snacks. I could hear their conversation, but I was focused on the passing scenery outside the window.
"I still can't believe we're going back to the same house," Adrien said, a playful smile on his face. "It's going to be like going back in time."
"I know, it's strange, isn't it?" I responded, trying to adjust to the idea. "But I'm excited to see how everything will be."
"And I'm excited to see your new spring collection," my father commented, his eyes full of pride. "I'm sure it will be amazing."
"Thanks, Dad!" I said, feeling encouraged. "I'm eager to start working. I have some ideas that I can't wait to share with you."
Over the past year, my passion for fashion had become something more concrete. I spent hours sketching in my notebook. My designs were a blend of haute couture and everyday fashion, with intricate details and imaginary fabrics that I loved to create. I had everything from elegant dresses with layers of tulle and lace to casual outfits with creative prints and striking accessories.
In addition to the sketches, I had secured a few small contracts. Even while still in high school, my dedication and family support allowed me to collaborate with small boutiques and emerging brands. One of these collaborations was with a local store in Paris, where I designed a limited collection that was moderately successful. Receiving positive feedback and seeing my creations come to life was an exciting and encouraging experience.
As we talked, the plane began to gain altitude, and the city of Paris slowly disappeared from view. The sense of distance made me reflect more on the future that awaited me in New York.
My mother looked at me with an understanding gaze. "Aurora, you haven't mentioned anything about your friends there. Are you excited to see them again?"
