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Chapter 51: Epilogue

    Chapter 51: Epilogue


    Two Yearster


    Pearl''s POV:


    With a ss of Champagne in my hand, I looked over the party which was thrown to celebrate my


    sess in the fashion world. After the project with Benedict, I never had to look back as more and


    more works kepting and soon I was not only the daughter of an influential man but made a name


    of my own. People are now excited to wear my designs and my name is being written on multiple


    magazines.


    Things were tough, but I was a survivor and that got me the chance to see my loved ones being proud


    of me and gathered under one roof.


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    "Congrattions, sister." Armin''s voice made me look back, I didn’t even realize someone was walking


    towards me.


    "Thank you. Are you back for good?" After Lou got married to Alexanderst year, Armin left the


    country and went to Brazil. This boy always kept everything to himself, so I never got to be sure that he


    was in love with my best friend.


    "Yeah, thinking of staying here from now on." He smiled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Look who is


    here."


    I looked towards the front door, and saw Nathaniel entering and greeting Christen who opened the door


    for him. "I didn’t know he was back to New York."


    "Well, he ising towards us." As Armin finished, Nathaniel reached us. "Long time no see,


    Nathaniel."


    "Yeah, just got back a few days ago. How are you, Pearl?"


    "Just holding there I guess." I said back, "How is life treating you, Nathan?"


    "Never have been this good." He smiled as he said.


    "I will leave you both to talk. My friend, Tom is here." Saying that Armin left us alone and things got a bit


    awkward after that.


    "You have made us all proud, Pearl. I''m really happy for you." I could hear how genuinely happy he


    was for me, that gave me a bit offort.


    "Heard you are opening up an hospital in France. That is such a big step, Nathan."


    "Yeah, I hope it won''t leave me bankrupt." He said in joking manner but his shoulder was tensed.


    "Don''t worry, I''ll lend you some money then, I''m making enough." I lightly punched him on his shoulder


    as I said that and he visibly rxed.


    "We are counting on you then, Pearl."


    "You should, where is that beautiful fiancee of your? Didn’t you bring her with you?" Nathan''s mother


    shared this information with my mom recently and when it got my ears, I couldn’t be more happy for


    Nathan as he had already let me know before when he fell in love with her back in France.


    "She is due anytime. So, didn’t want toe out with the risk of gettingbor pain. I''ll go back to once I


    greer Mr and Mrs Bet."


    "I can understand. Is it a boy or girl?" I asked with a cheeky smile. Hey, you can''t me me, I love


    babies.


    "It is going to be a girl." He dered blooming with excitement in his eyes.


    "Aww, a princess. Okay, I won''t take your time anymore, you have to hurry back. Take care, Nathan."


    "You too, Pearl. We are all here for you, you know that right?"


    "I do. NOW shoo, shoo, shoo." Nathanughed and turned his back as he kept striding.


    I went back to what I was doing, that is to think. The past years have done me good. But there were


    also a bit of loneliness mixed in that. After my divorce with Ryan, no one even brought his name in any


    conversation. It felt like he never existed in my life. But he did. He still does. I often see his name


    popping on magazines as he started his own business and everything is working out for him. Uncle


    Rob, finally forgave him and even though Ryan was adamant to not take over there family business, he


    finally did as there were no one who could. He even offered it to me, but I declined as I had no interest


    in all that.


    "What are you thinking about?" Someone asked as they wrapped a hand around my shoulder.


    "Just this and that. I need a refill, Brett."


    "Hey girl, why are you saying me that? I''m not going to do any work for you." He took his hand off me


    and looked down at me like I told him to build a house for me on his own. "Hey, Ben. Pearl here needs


    a refill of her champagne." He shouted to Benedict as soon as he spotted him.


    "None of my business, saw a girl in thewn, I''m going to chat her up." He winked and left in hurry.


    What a bunch of good friends I have got!


    "I will get it on my own." I huffed and start walking towards the bar and heard Brett shouting that one


    should always depend on themselves. I just rolled my eyes and stopped myself from showing the


    middle finger, that wouldn’t look good with my dress!


    As I was looking for some ce to seat to enjoy my new ss of Champagne, the calling bell went of. I


    looked around and realized I was the one who was close to door. So, after a sigh, I opened the door


    and found him standing there with a bunch of pink Camelia in his hand.


    "No one told me you are going toe, Ryan." I said to him but didn’t move away from the threshold to


    give him space to enter.


    "I am not, I just wanted to give you this. I''ll go now." He smiled and gave them in my hand.


    "Congrattions for starting your own fashion chain. Oh by the way, thedy from the flower shop told


    me that this means ''longing for you''. I''ll take your leave now."


    I didn’t got to say anything because before I had assembled my thoughts he had already left.


    A smile formed on my lips slowly as I knew at that point, may be we will be okay, not today, hell not


    even anytime soon. But may be one day.


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