He'd gone beyond his player ways for her.
She'd grown beyond her traumatic past for him.
Together, their love was beyond.
Until one fatal accident.
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When she loses the love of her life in a car crash, Althea has nothing left in California...
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*ALTHEA'S POV*
May 13, 2022.
"We have an emergency. A kid is missing, and he's already dressed," Serena announced, her French accent coming out with each word, sign that she was stressed. For the kid or the unique prototype from the new brand new Kiddom collection?
I couldn't translate it as she started cursing in her mother tongue, and it was enough from the little I understood of her complaining that they should have hired real models rather than 'replaying Oliver Twist with the local orphans' before she concluded with a 'we need to find him asap'.
'We' meant 'you' in my boss' language. 'You need to pick up samples on the other side of the city'. 'You need to finish the report for tomorrow morning'. 'You need to find a last-minute gift for the receptionist' newborn'...
So I quickly nodded and rushed out of the room, trying to think of spots where a kid would hide at a fancy charity gala.
The backstage area behind the small catwalk? No, there were already too many people searching here.
Under the tables of the large ballroom? No, too many sharp stilettos for the hideout to be comfortable.
The kitchen? I did check quickly in the storeroom, but after the chef and his wooden spoon urged me to exit, I quickly found myself in the lobby, where the rushed clicks of my high heels echoed around the empty space.
There were only two possibilities here: the glass door leading to the busy Brooklyn streets-and I heaved out a sigh of relief when I spotted the two security guards standing by it-or the checkroom counter. When a quiet sniffle arose from the latter, I didn't hesitate.
"Hey, is someone in there?" I stepped carefully behind the counter, my eyes needing an instant to adjust to the dimness and spot the small figure curled up under the clothes hanger. "You have a nice hut here. Can I join?"
