When Elena Thunder finds the most perfect man to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve, she thinks its fate. But little does she know that Knight Blaze isn’t as simple as he seems and that the only reason he spends the night with her is because he has something entirely different on his mind. Come morning, Knight leaves Elena feeling hurt and betrayed and with something she’d have never anticipated from a one-night stand with a stranger, a baby conceived on New Year’s Eve. But Elena isn’t weak and she doesn’t let heartbreak bring her down. She decides to raise her child without a father. But fate has other plans for her as she accidentally bumps into Blaze once more during a fashion show and this time, he’s determined to make her stay.
“Come on, Elle! Don’t go with the boring purple dress,
it looks like a bunch of lavender puked all over you!” Risa, my best friend for
the past three years wrinkled her nose at the dress I currently held in front
“Why?” I frowned. “It looks cute! I like this dress.” I
told her as I looked into the mirror and found nothing wrong with it, but Risa
shook her head vigorously.
“Honey that dress screams safe! I mean, look at it!
High neckline, knee length and full sleeves!” Risa whined. “It’s New Year’s Eve
for God’s sake! There’s no point in being safe and all saintly! Bring out the
little black dress, pair it with those killer fuck me heels and we’ll be good
I turned my gaze towards the long red devil stilettos
that Risa was pointing at and winced. Those were the kind of heels that we wore
on the runway, six inches and ready to kill. My feet were already sore from
wearing heels all the time to fashion shows but to wear them at a bar? I shook
my head instantly.
“Nope! Not wearing them!” I told Risa straight away.
“You can borrow them if you like but I’m sticking to comfort.”
“Fine, go with the wedge.” Risa shook her head
disapprovingly at me. “But I’m finding you a little black dress.”
And so, Risa and I dug around in my closet until we
came upon this really cute black dress that was made completely out of lace and
had a full sleeve and hugged my figure to the T. I had to wear a black slip
under the dress but once I had the dress on, I have to admit, it looked
fabulous on me.
I let my naturally wavy dark brown hair down my back
and curled it further to add more bounce. I had a few natural blonde highlights
in my hair that made it unique; it was why I never dyed my hair, in fear that
it would ruin the natural highlights. Next up was the makeup. Risa helped me
don a smoky eye and blood red lips and with a pair of black crystal danglers, I
was ready to rock the party.
Risa had chosen a shimmering green number to match her
eyes and I helped her with her statement over-the-top eye makeup and red lips.
She looked gorgeous with her wild curly red hair and a slight dusting of
freckles on her nose. No wonder she was one of the best models in our company
and an equally great friend.
When we were both done and ready, we took a couple
pictures to post on social media and then opened a bottle of wine to take a few
sips while our cab arrived to take us to one of the most happening parties of
Hollywood. There would be a lot of familiar faces today and lot of people who I
could only ever hope to get close to. The highlight of my fashion career had
been this November during a show for Louis Vuitton when I had the opportunity
to escort Rita Ora on the runway. That’s as close to a high ranking celebrity
that I’d ever gotten to but Risa keeps assuring me that it was only the start.
After all, I’m only twenty three and have a long career ahead of me.
“We look good, girlfriend.” Risa told me as she tucked
a stray hair behind my ear. “Make sure to have fun tonight.”
“You know I’ll have fun,” I told her as I leaned my
head against hers. “It’s one of the biggest parties of Hollywood! And I’ll have
you there with me.”