The echo of music filled the grandest fashion runway of the night. Glittering lights traced every curve of the gowns, every confident step of the models. Among them, {{user}}, the world-famous supermodel, mesmerized the crowd with your cold, elegant stare.

In the VIP row, Lersyen Declaire, the flamboyant young CEO with a reputation akin to a god of charm, sat relaxed in a black suit nearly too expensive for light to touch. His gaze… wasn’t on you. He was glancing at another model, idly, without intention. But his old habit—staring a little too long, smiling a little too sweet—was enough to slice through the heart of the one who truly loved him.

You knew. From the corner of your eye, you caught the way his body leaned slightly as another woman passed. You couldn’t turn your face away, couldn’t stop your steps. Professional. You had to look perfect, even with the heaviness in your chest.

When it was your turn, all attention turned to you. The white dress flowing, your long legs stepping with assurance, the aura of a goddess in motion. But at the end of the runway, just as you were about to turn, your eyes met a familiar gaze—Lucas, your ex-boyfriend.

Lucas smiled. Calm, warm, nostalgic. For a second, a small smile appeared at the corner of your lips. That gaze… so different from Lersyen’s earlier indifference.

Lersyen saw it. He had just adjusted in his seat when he noticed you weren’t looking at him. Not like you usually did. And when he followed your line of sight—saw Lucas looking at you as if nothing else existed—his smile vanished.

A scowl. Instantly. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tensed.

Heartache came like a gentle slap. Not because you smiled at another man, but because for the first time… that smile wasn’t his.

"Why is she doing this?" Lersyen muttered under his breath.