Deviana’s days at Étoile Fashion House were packed. She threw herself into preparing the fall collection, working late into the night, often carrying sketches back to her small apartment. The fashion world was harsh, yet her burning passion turned exhaustion into a strange kind of satisfaction.

But what she didn’t realize was that someone was quietly keeping her company from afar.

Adrian.

Unlike before, he no longer lingered outside her office or insisted on picking her up. This time, he chose a softer approach, patient and discreet.

That morning, when Deviana arrived at her desk, she found a bouquet of white roses resting there. No name attached—only a small note,...