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Chapter Hundred and Thirty-Three

The next morning, I don't wake up like I imagined to wake up on my first morning back home, with my boyfriend cuddling me and giving me soft pecks, as soft as the sun light at the tip of my nose. Instead, I get awoken at five am by my phone vigorously ringing.

"What happened?", Dan asks with a quiet, tired voice.

I sigh and shrug before picking up: it is Fleur.

While I am talking to her and my face drops lower and lower, Dan seems to slowly wake up and pulls me onto his lap, softly kissing my shoulders.

At the end of the call, the tears are burning in my eyes and I feel worn out.

A questioning look appears on Dan's face: "The line isn't happening."

"Excuse me?! Why?"

I sigh: "Because Richard is a horrible asshole and doesn't approve of the diversity of the line."

"What? I thought Fleur'd be able to sort that out?"

"No. She talked to him and he wouldn't even compromise. All he wanted were skinny white girls."

"What the fuck.", Dan says and falls back onto the bed.

I curl up besides him and rest my head on his chest: "My biggest dream just crushed. I've worked on this for months. I've even done press. What am I supposed to do now, Dan?"

Dan starts to stroke my head: "It'll be fine. You have so much talent, someone who's even better will come around the corner and offer you to work with them, trust me. And don't worry about wasting time on the project. You learned from it, which is already amazing itself."

I sigh: "At least I don't have to work with Richard."

The next few days are spent explaining the situation on my blog and on some other social media without bashing the company but also thanking him for the opportunity I got.

Me and Fleur focused on prepping the old shop to be a studio when she came back, while Dan and Phil prepped for the movie premier meaning that we would only see each at night which also meant that we weren't fighting.

It seems odd to be apart from him even though we had a month apart before.

"You know what?", he asks me one night while playing with my fingers, especially my ring finger.

"What?", I reply and look at him.

"It's so weird to be apart from you all day. I miss you, you know?"

"I know. I feel the same way.", I sigh.

"And I honestly couldn't imagine spending my life with someone else if this is already so odd."

I chuckle: "This sounds like a proposal."

"I wouldn't ask you to marry me on my bed on a random Thursday night.", he laughs, "But if I did, what would you say?"

"Realistically, I would say yes. Because I'm in love with you and also can't imagine someone more perfect than you for me, as cheesy as that sounds. There's nothing major I dislike about you."

He laughs at my reply, smiles down at me and gently hits my arm before pulling me up by my chin to meet his lips: "I love you. For ever."

Little did I know that me being his girlfriend wouldn't last "for ever".