ith eyes that scrutinized my every move as if I were an interesting subject worth observing. I swallowed,

our body. And give your assessment from my point of view, which I think is quite observant

nvolved in a world full of admiration and the demands of a busy schedule. Oh my God! If only I could refuse! But, unfo

Maximilian's representative. She took me into this ro

selle asked, gracefully

know. I don't really understand

really have a lot to l

e table where various snacks were presented. Her hand deftly picked up one of her favorite bags of potato chips.

ever, before she put a piece in her mouth, she spoke again, "So, you're just be

understand why I have to do this. Why did Maximilian choose me to

ecause that's what Maximilian

ngers, as if remembering something. 'I saw tha

,' Giselle added enthusiastically. Her smile grew as nostalgia began to flood her mind. "I

," said Harley with a laugh. However, Ursula only responded with

uttering in her black chiffon," Giselle said again, her eyes sparkling as she reminisced. "Tha

at about you? You came in a truck, didn't you? Holding on l

s or feelings of jealousy between them. There were no envious stares, no compliments de

er carefree. Their bond of friendship was so close, so strong. I couldn't help but wonder to myself-what was it l

not part of them. I'm just a bully who

at do you

I gasped, staring at them with surprise clearly etched on m

" Giselle teased, her eye

lf down before finally saying, 'You all

th my answer. 'That means you don't understand w

portant fact-Maximilian built a different image for each of them. An image so

was just a stranger trying to understand a

ears. Their gazes-Ursula, Harley, and Giselle-were fixed on me, waiting for something

m? I had just joined, and now I was at a point where my words could determine some

ts essence. For Maximilian, this was more than just a fashion show-it was a masterpiece that had to be perfect. Ursula, Harley, a

," said Harley as she lean

was stirring inside me. I looked at them one by one, looking for courage in their eyes that showed not th

gently but giving an unexpected boost. I took

u are suitable for Maxi

angry stares. I was ready to hear them question my capacity and courage in correcting them, profession

py!' "Thank God. Maximilian wo

anger, no hatred, no rejection. On the contrary, they seemed relieved-eve

pointed?" I asked, s

n unison, their faces still beaming a

ain stars later. It's nothing, Maximilian's design this time has a strong philosophy. I'm not sure.

s too feminine for me. And yes... even though lavender is in the color p

led so wide that her laugh

en if I participate in the show later, I won't app

going on. No resistance? No debate? In fact, they

deserves to present his latest design, r

la added teasingly. "Wha

"I always support Maximilian's decisions,

still with a look of confusion. "I don't

own next to me, embracing my shoulder with unexpected warmth. Her attitude was so

tic atmosphere they create. In fact, it is not uncommon for someone to ask questio

oes th

hidden behind her big smile. Something in the gaze of t

accepted...

as hard to ignore. Eyes that seemed to hold deep secrets, eyes that could hypnotize anyone, both opponents and the sam

sounded calm, but I could feel the warning tone implied in it. "Maximilian is not a person who gives up easily ev

rds, although spoken calmly, sounded like a subtle threat that crep

erstanding than happiness. I knew exactly where this conversation was going. I knew exactly who Maxim

ready guessed my answer. "Tell me what y

hat sounded so sweet, but I knew that every promise had a price to pay. I looked a

a talent scout," he continued. "But

o

Home is not a person. Home is not a tempting offer of gold. Home is something

the path of my life, and I don't intend to start now. However, those words ha