With limited time, Liliana decided on a more intricate, smaller piece of jewelry. She practically lived in her workshop for the next few days, completely immersed in her craft. When the piece was finally finished, a genuine, relieved smile spread across her face. She had managed to complete it just in time for the professor's birthday.
She carefully placed her creation in a red velvet box, wrapping it meticulously. On the back of the box, the 'Phoenix' logo was embossed in gold foil—understated, luxurious, and elegant. Yawning, she rubbed her tired eyes and collapsed onto the sofa in the workshop, falling into a deep sleep.
When she woke up the next day, she blinked blearily at her phone and saw over a dozen missed calls from Aiden.
A jolt of panic shot through her. Fearing she was late, she grabbed the box from the table, quickly changed her clothes, and rushed out. She tried calling Aiden back, but the call went straight to voicemail. She frowned.
That was unusual.
Aiden always answered her calls, no matter how busy he was.
Then again, she reasoned, Aiden was the professor's most prized student. The old man had no children of his own, and Aiden was like a son to him. He was probably in charge of hosting the entire event, which would explain why he was too busy to pick up.
Liliana didn't give it another thought. She checked the time again, confirmed she was still early, and headed back to her apartment for a quick shower and to get properly dressed for the party.
The birthday celebration was being held at the Crownport Grand Hotel. As a revered figure in the fashion world, the professor's birthday was a major event, attended by socialites and industry leaders from all over the country.
Liliana clutched the invitation Aiden had given her, her heart pounding with a nervous rhythm as she drove. After so many years, she wondered if he still held a grudge against her. She didn't dare call him; the memory of their last fight still filled her with shame.
Fortunately, the crowd was large, and she blended in easily, handing her invitation to the staff and being led to her assigned table. It was filled with other young people from Crownport's elite circles, and she recognized a few familiar faces.
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