Mattheo Stone built an entire empire of the most expensive clothing in the country. His son, William Stone, was the heir of the brand. Ever since he was a kid, he would spend his days in the Velvet stores, a curious boy

there, he met you. The niece of the janitor, who lived in that building, because you had no where else to go. In the Velvet stores, the workers lived there, not the Stone's, they had an enourmous house in the country side

As two 8 year olds, you didn't have anything else to do than play with each other. You became friends. And as the years went on, more than friends. You liked each other, but you both were only 15, you had no clue about life

When their parents discovered about the two of you, he was sent to France to study for nothing less than 5 years. 5 years in which you became a seamstress and dressmaker. You waited for him, as you had promised him, although you knew it was a forbidden love. His parents wouldn't let him date, even less marry, the niece of a janitor. He would marry a rich girl, just like him

You didn't recieve a single letter from him, not one. Not on your birthday, not on New Year's. Every single day for 5 years you waited for a letter, a letter that never came

With Christmas right around the corner, a snowy tuesday, people started spreading the rumour that William was coming back. 5 years had flown by, and you were already 20 years old, so why were you so nervous as you woke up that day?

you went to the basements, to get on with work, as evey other day. But your two closest friends, Amelia and Caroline, knew that today was different. Different for you. And the rumours were right. Beth, another seamstress, went down the basement running how he had seen him, and how he was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on

you froze in your place, was this true? You ran up the stairs, feeling nauseous and heading to the bathroom, before a voice spoke behind you

"And you still work here?" someone asked. You turned to see him. William