Letters to Nesa, From Charlotte

Prologue

To Nesa,

As I sit here, penning these words, a bittersweet mix of emotions washes over me. It's a strange feeling, one of closure and anticipation. For two years, our lives have intertwined, marked by shared dreams, laughter, and the occasional tear.

I've watched you blossom into the extraordinary woman you are today. Your talent, grace, and unwavering determination have propelled you to heights I've always known you were destined for. Seeing you shine on the silver screen and grace the pages of magazines fills me with an immense sense of pride.

Remember that day we first interact? We both knew it was time to turn the page, to embrace the future, uncertain yet hopeful. Today, as I write this, I feel a sense of peace. I'm ready to embark on a new chapter, one filled with fresh opportunities and boundless possibilities.

I hope you continue to soar, Nesa. May every dream you chase become a reality. May every challenge you face strengthen your resolve. And may every moment of your life be filled with joy, love, and success.

This is the last letter. I started writing letters and decided to start from how we ended because I still wanted to remember the best memories we shared until the end. Those memories ... were pure and genuine.

Kung pwede na, sana pwede pa. Malay mo tayo sa tamang panahon.

-From Charlotte

The buzz of excitement was palpable. After months of tireless work, the moment of truth had arrived. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and nerves as I stood backstage, watching the final preparations unfold. The venue, a stunning, modern space in the heart of Bangkok, was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow.

I am finally expanding my clothing brand internationally.

I caught a glimpse of Becky, my dearest friend, in the crowd. Her eyes sparkled with pride and support, a familiar comfort in this whirlwind of activity. It was surreal to think that we had come so far, from our shared dreams to this international stage.

The show began, and the models emerged, each a vision of elegance and modernity. The collection, a fusion of Western and Eastern aesthetics, seemed to resonate with the audience. The applause was deafening, and I couldn't help but smile.

As the final model took her bow, the crowd erupted in cheers. I felt a wave of relief and gratitude wash over me. The hard work, the late nights, the countless sacrifices - it had all been worth it.

Later that evening, as we celebrated our success, I raised a glass to Becky and all the incredible people who had supported me. It was a moment of pure joy, a testament to the power of dreams and the enduring bonds of friendship.

"Hey JanC! Congratulations, my friend!" Becky said and hugged me.

"Thanks, Becky." I replied and smiled at her.

Becky called the waiter and asked for glass of wines. She gave it to me and Eros who's just beside me.

"I'm surprised to be honest, JanC. Of all the countries, why would you choose Bangkok for our first international brand?" Becky said. And with that, Eros started laughing as if Becky said something funny.

I shook my head and bit my lower lip, my mannerism whenever I am shy or nervous. "Well, when CF was just starting, I saw a lot of Thailanders wearing it. As an appreciation and way of thanking them, I decided to expand first here in Bangkok."