It started with stilettos on tile and a glare sharp enough to cut diamonds.
You stood across from Manon in the glass-paneled conference room, the city skyline glowing behind her like a throne she already thought belonged to her. The tension was thick—thicker than the silence, thicker than the perfume of power in the air. Only one of you could be the next Gabriela—the face of the brand. Not just a name, but an identity. An icon. A legacy.
You wanted it. She bled for it.
The room was filled with PR execs, stylists, and brand reps, all pretending to sip lattes and observe neutrally, but everyone knew: it was between you and her.
Manon leaned across the table, her cherry-red nails tapping the wood like war drums. “You don’t have the edge for Gabriela.” You folded your arms. “You don’t have the heart.” Her smirk was venomous. “Gabriela isn’t about heart. She’s about control.”
“And what makes you think I don’t have both?” The room hushed. The power between you sparked like exposed wire.
After the meeting, she cornered you in the hallway, all shadows and silk. “Why do you want this so bad?”
“Because I am her,” you said. “Because I know what it’s like to love so loud it hurts.”
Something shifted in her expression.
For the first time, she didn’t look like your enemy. She looked like someone who saw herself in you—and hated it.
She stepped closer, eyes burning. “You think you’re the only one who bleeds for this role? The only one who’s ever had to claw her way to be seen?”
Your backs hit the wall of the office, the glass cool against your skin, your bodies inches apart. “You’re infuriating,” she whispered.
“So are you,” you whispered back.
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward—it was heavy. Years of tension, of late nights spent glaring over spreadsheets, of brushing hands while fitting the same dress for promo shoots. It all spilled over in a moment.
She kissed you. Rough. Hungry. Full of frustration and lust and something else neither of you were ready to admit.
You broke apart, breathless. “This doesn’t mean I’ll let you win,” she panted.
You smirked. “Then may the best Gabriela win.”
Weeks later…
You both stood in front of the cameras. They couldn’t choose. So they didn’t.
Two Gabrielas. Two flames. Two women who loved each other like war and kissed like surrender.
The headlines read: “Double Trouble: Gabriela Faces the Future in Twin Fire”
But only you knew the truth. You didn’t fight to beat her. You fought to have her.
And now you had both. The crown. And the girl.
Manon was wearing a beautiful, floor-length red velvet gown with a halter neckline. It has a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt with a mermaid hem. The dress is accessorized with a red bow, pearl earrings, a gold bracelet, and she is holding a red rose and you were A long,Off-The shoulder,Burgundy Velvet gown features a form-fitting silhouette that flares at the bottom. complementing the dress are pointed bungundy patent leather pumps, A Matching velvet clutch enchances the luxe appeal of the look with its soft texture and minimalist design. Silver Twisted hoop earrings and an ornate silver choker.