In Love: Against All Odds

Arymeline Diaries: The Beginning

Good as Hell – Lizzo 💁‍♀️🌟
"Boss up and change your life, you can have it all, no sacrifice!"

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The next morning, I woke up with an unfamiliar feeling buzzing through me—excitement. Real, unfiltered, maybe-a-little-scary excitement. After months of feeling stuck, unsure of what was next, today was the day I officially started my new job at Arymeline.

This wasn't just any job. It was the job. The kind I'd been dreaming of since I first realized fashion wasn't just a hobby but a way of life. And now? Now, I was finally stepping into it.

By the time I dragged myself out of my room, Adri was already up, looking effortlessly chic as usual. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she wore a structured yet laid-back outfit—blazer, wide-leg trousers, and a statement belt—that screamed, I belong here.

She barely glanced up as she handed me a cup of coffee. "Rise and shine, newbie," she teased, smirking.

I took the cup, inhaling the caffeine like it was liquid courage. "More like rise and panic," I muttered before letting out a small laugh. "But yeah, let's do this."

We grabbed our bags and headed out, stepping onto the bustling city streets. The energy was different today. Maybe it was the way the crisp morning air felt on my skin or the way the sunlight bounced off the buildings, but something in me shifted.

I wasn't an outsider anymore. I was stepping into something bigger, something I had worked hard for.

Adri unlocked her red car, the sleek paint catching the morning light as we slid inside. The faint scent of chocolate air freshener and coffee filled the space, mixing with the city air that rushed in when she rolled down the windows.

"You ready for this?" she asked, adjusting her sunglasses before pulling into traffic.

I exhaled, gripping my bag a little tighter. "I hope so."

Adri smirked as she switched lanes. "No hoping. You're gonna kill it."

As we merged onto Fifth Avenue, the familiar skyline came into view, and my nerves kicked into overdrive. But as we neared Arymeline Fashion's glass-front building, something settled inside me.

I belonged here.

Adri shot me a reassuring smile as we walked through the grand entrance and made our way to the elevator. "You're gonna fit right in," she said. "Everyone's cool—competitive, but that's the game."

I nodded, rolling my shoulders back in an attempt to shake off the nerves. "I can handle that."

The elevator doors slid open, and as soon as we stepped onto the design floor, I was hit by the energy.

The place was alive—people sketching, draping fabrics, pinning mood boards, deep in discussions over swatches and silhouettes. The kind of creative chaos that I had dreamed of being part of.

Adri led me toward a group standing around a large communal table. "Alright, time for introductions," she said.

The first person to look up from his sketchbook was a tall guy with an almond skin tone and monolid eyes, his black hair slightly tousled. 

Handsome in a way that seemed unfair and the kind of smirk he gave that told me he was probably the office troublemaker.

"Hey, Adri," he greeted her with an easy grin before turning to me. "And you must be the new team member Adri wouldn't shut up about?"