The early morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Melania's bedroom, casting a soft glow across the room. She hadn't slept well, tossing and turning with thoughts she couldn't quiet. Every time she closed her eyes, she found herself replaying moments from the night before—Kamala's smile, the way their eyes locked, the small compliment that lingered longer than it should have.
She had stayed up later than she intended, clutching her phone, waiting for something that never came. Kamala hadn't texted, but Melania couldn't shake the anticipation. What was she even waiting for? A message? An explanation? Or something else entirely?
With a sigh, she set her phone aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, pushing herself up. The cool marble floor grounded her, and she took a deep breath. It was time to get ready. She had another full day of public appearances and meetings ahead, and she couldn't afford to look tired—no matter how little rest she'd had.
In her dressing room, Melania scanned her wardrobe, her fingers brushing past the rows of meticulously organized dresses and suits. She selected a navy-blue sheath dress, elegant and understated. As she slipped it on, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked composed, flawless even, but the uncertainty in her eyes was new.
Was she imagining all of this? Reading too much into a few small moments? She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought.
Her phone buzzed on the vanity table, and her heart skipped a beat. She hesitated before picking it up, her fingers trembling slightly as she unlocked the screen.
It wasn't Kamala. Just a reminder for her first meeting of the day.
She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, equal parts relieved and disappointed. What had she been expecting? Kamala was the vice president—she had a country to help run, not time to text the former first lady in the early hours of the morning.
Melania grabbed her favorite Hermès Birkin bag, the black one she bought with Donald's money without a second thought. It was one of the few things that brought her comfort these days, a little indulgence in a life filled with obligations she couldn't escape.
As she applied a final touch of lipstick, her phone buzzed again.
This time, it was a message. From Kamala.
"Morning, Melania. Hope you slept well. Busy day ahead, but maybe we can catch up soon. Have a great day, Beautiful."
Melania's breath hitched. It was casual, friendly even, but there was something more between the lines, maybe it was the "Beautiful". She couldn't deny the little thrill that ran through her at the sight of Kamala's name on her screen.
She quickly typed a reply before she could overthink it.
"Thank you. You too."
Simple, safe. Yet it felt like the start of something dangerous.
She tucked her phone into her bag, took one last look in the mirror, and stepped out of the room. Whatever this was, it was just beginning.
And she wasn't sure if she wanted it to stop.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Sparks | Kamala Harris x Melania Trump
Romancesaw edits of them and i also made edits of them my tiktok is chxrryzcc and i was inspired by onlyfio_ aswell! sometimes i publish chapters after eachother because i have some unfinished in my notes!
