⋆ 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 ⋆ 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝘼. 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙕

ｓｏｍｍｅｓ－ｎｏｕｓ ｔｏｕｊｏｕｒｓ ａｍｉｓ ？

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A few months had passed since the novel wrapped, and for both Violet and Nicholas, it felt like a whirlwind of uncertainty and missed chances. Those months had stretched into what felt like an eternity of restless nights, their thoughts constantly replaying that last conversation over and over. They wondered, What if? What if they had been braver, said what was really on their minds?

For Violet, it had been a season of reflection—though busy with new projects, interviews, and photoshoots, her mind always found a way back to Nicholas. Every time her phone buzzed, there was a flicker of hope it was him. But it never was. The same seemed true for Nicholas, whose days were filled with work and appearances, yet that final talk stayed with him, haunting the corners of his mind.

Both believed they had missed their chance. Fear and insecurities had built a wall between them, convincing each that the other had moved on or wasn’t willing to revisit what had been left unsaid. They couldn’t shake the feeling of regret, knowing they had let something so real slip away so easily.

Now, the novel—the thing that had brought them together—was about to be released to the world. It was the perfect excuse for them to see each other again, for interviews, for press tours, but maybe... for something more. Both secretly hoped that it would be the moment to fix what had been left unfinished, to bridge the gap that had grown between them.

Saturday loomed closer, and with it, the possibility of a reunion. Both Violet and Nicholas found themselves preparing in the same way—mentally rehearsing conversations, imagining how the other might react, hoping that neither would hold a grudge for the silence between them. All they wanted now was a chance to talk, to explain, and maybe, to start over.

Violet stood in front of the mirror, her hands resting lightly on the edge of the vanity as she stared at her reflection. She had prepared for countless interviews, premieres, and events, but today felt different. She wasn’t just getting ready to promote a novel; she was preparing to face Nicholas after months of silence.

Her makeup artist fussed over her hair, smoothing it into elegant waves, while the stylist laid out an array of outfits—each one carefully chosen for its impact. A classic black dress, a sleek pantsuit, something bold in red. But none of them felt right. She needed something that would make her feel powerful yet comfortable, as if the armor she wore on the outside could somehow protect her from the emotions stirring inside.

As her phone buzzed with endless notifications about the upcoming event, she sighed, turning it face down to block out the noise. It wasn’t the interviews or the cameras that made her heart race—it was the thought of seeing Nicholas. Of standing just a few feet away from him and not knowing what to say.

She mentally ran through the different scenarios, imagining how it might go. Would he be distant? Had he moved on? Or would he be just as unsure, caught in that same uncertainty she had been feeling for months?

The stylist held up a white dress, which as it fell was making a yellow blur, as if they were flowers that were fading away... something not very usual to see on her, since her style was more... messy. but she wanted to look special for the novel, it would be like the footprints on the cover of the book novel, and Violet nodded. It was perfect—elegant, understated, and bold enough to give her confidence. As she slipped into the dress, she felt a small sense of reassurance. She looked composed, even if her heart was racing underneath it all.

She tried to distract herself by going over the talking points for the interviews, the typical questions about her character, the plot, and what it was like working with the cast. But none of that mattered now. What mattered was that Nicholas would be there. That maybe, just maybe, they could find a moment to talk. To fix what had been left broken between them.