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Yeah I was the one who chased Mason first.
Back then, he was the crown jewel of the finance department–talented, gorgeous, and completely untouchable. That aloof, keep–your–distance vibe only made him more famous across the whole campus,
Rumor had it that department beauties from all over tried to win him over, but every single one failed.
But I was the one who did it
The girl who actually got him,
That made me something of a legend too
Not that I wasn’t already doing well on my own
I’d just started at Westbrook School of Arts, and I was already racking up design awards with Nina and our crew.
People called me the rebellious genius of the art department.
To be honest, I didn’t even like Mason at first. His whole world was numbers, data, financial models so cold and rigid.
I was all about raw expression and emotion. He was spreadsheets and logic.
Until that one gallery show
One of my paintings caught the eye of this balding, potbellied guy who clearly thought he was hot stuff.
He putted himself up, bragging about his wealth while sneering at my work.
“This one’s not bad. I’ll buy it to support the youth. Three hundred bucks–I’ll take it off your hands, deal?”
The professor in charge gave me a helpless look The man probably had some connections–no one wanted to offend him.
But I was young and fiery. And I wasn’t about to let someone insult my art.
I stormed back to the studio, grabbed a full tray of paint, and marched back, ready to destroy my own canvas if it meant he wouldn’t get
That’s when I saw Mason
Chatting calmly with that very same man.
A few minutes later, the guy walked off, clearly annoyed.
I lowered the tray, curious.
“What did you say to him?” I asked.
Mason handed me a tissue, barely holding back a grin.
“Told him the painting was about a wife cheating on her husband. He changed his mind real fast.”
I blinked at him. “How did you even come up with that?”
“I analyzed it.
That was the moment I got hooked.
Because for the first time, someone actually understood what I was trying to say with my art.
I thought if he can read my painting, maybe he can read me too.
But the Mason of today… does he even see me anymore?
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As expected, Nina got completely wasted.
Her husband was out of town on a business trip, so it was up to me to get her home.
I slung her arm over my shoulder and started making our way out of the bar.
High heels and drunk friends? Not a good combo.
was one misstep away from eating pavement when-
“Whoa, careful!”
Someone caught both of us and guided us right into a nearby booth
“Thanks, and sorry about that. We’re heading out soon-
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I apologized on instinct, checking to make sure Nina was okay.
The person didn’t respond.
When I finally looked up-
“Sabrina Wells?”
The voice rang famillar.
The p
guy smiled broadly, sweeping his bangs out of his face.
“I know I had a buzzcut back then, but come on. You seriously don’t remember me? We used to pull all–nighters together!”
His teasing grin and those mischievous eyes hit me like a warm wave of nostalgia.
“Rolin Carter?”
“Wow, it took you long enough to recognize me!”
He threw his arm around me with zero hesitation and introduced me to his circle of friends.
Total social butterflies, all of them.
One of the foreign guys lifted his glass and hollered, “Sabrina? You’re the muse Rolin’s always talking about?”
Rolin winced a little, shooting me an apologetic look as the guy continued pushing
“She’s
the one! The legend, the inspiration! The real–life muse!”
Everyone cheered.
I was completely overwhelmed.
That’s when my phone buzzed.
