Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I took a deep breath, forced myself to hold back the tears and ran out of the ballroom without looking back. Behind me, Ethan's voice echoed, desperate and heart-wrenching. "Evelyn! Don't go! Please, give me a chance!" The cold wind whipped through my hair. Tears froze on my cheeks, only to be swept away mercilessly by the gusts.

I had no idea how far I had run or where I had ended up. I just plunged into the endless darkness of the night. "Miss, are you alright?" A concerned voice called from behind.

I looked up to see a well-dressed middle-aged man, his face full of worry.

"I'm fine..." I forced a weak smile. "I'm just a little tired."

"It's late, and it's not safe to be out here alone," the man said gently. "How about I give you a ride home?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Maybe it was the sincerity in his eyes, or maybe I was simply too exhausted to run any longer.

"Thank you...?"

"Dalton, Richard Dalton," he said with a smile. I teach at the Melando Academy of Art, and I'm a friend of Mr. Fernandez."

Was it Stefano Fernandez he was talking about?

"You know Mr. Fernandez?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course." Richard nodded. "He's a close friend of mine. Every time he comes to Melando, he stops by to catch up."

Wasn't fate strange?

At my lowest point, I was somehow finding a path to my dreams.

"Mr. Dalton, do I get the opportunity to meet Mr. Fernandez?" I asked cautiously.

Richard looked me over, then smiled knowingly. "You must be the rising star, Evelyn Wiley?"

I widened my eyes. "You know me?"

"Who doesn't?" Richard chuckled.

"The waves you've made in the fashion world have even reached the art community. I think Stefano would be thrilled to meet you?"

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"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Dalton!" I said.

He grinned broadly. "Don't mention it. I'm sure you're feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. Why don't we head back to the hotel first? You can rest, and I'll take you to see him tomorrow. How does that sound?" noveldrama

"Sounds perfect!" I nodded eagerly.

The night passed in a blur. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing with excitement over the chance to meet my idol.

There was a time when I thought I'd never have a place in the fashion world. And now, I was about to meet a legend face-to-face!

I owed it all to...

Ethan.

Just the thought of his name made my heart ache. If it weren't for his letting go, I wouldn't be where I am today.

But how do I deal with his reappearance in my life?

At dawn, Richard showed up as promised. "Are you ready?" he asked with a smile.

I nodded. "I'm ready."

Richard led me to the car, and we drove out to the outskirts of Melando. The whole time, I was a bundle of nerves, my palms slick with sweat.

Richard seemed to sense my

anxiety. "Don't worry. Stefano is very down-to-earth. He loves meeting talented, passionate young people. You're exactly the kind of person

he's drawn to."

I gave him a grateful look.

The car turned into a lush, green forest area and finally came to a stop in front of an elegant villa.