Second chance runaway
In Second Chance Runway, we follow the tumultuous life of Elena Vargas, a young woman whose beauty is overshadowed by her lack of self-care and the oppressive figures around her. At 21, she is forced into a loveless marriage by her mother, to a man who is nothing but cruel. Despite landing a lucrative job at the prestigious Grand State Buildings, Elena’s life is far from grand as her husband seizes her earnings, and her family treats her with disdain. Her world shatters further when her husband’s affair with her sister comes to light. Just when it seems like her story has reached its tragic end, fate intervenes. A fatal accident sends Elena back in time, waking up as her 18-year-old self. With memories of her past life intact, she seizes this miraculous opportunity to rewrite her destiny. Determined to pursue her long-forgotten dream of becoming a supermodel, Elena embarks on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. But it’s not just about the glitz and glamour; it’s about settling scores. As she rises through the ranks of the fashion world, Elena plots a sophisticated revenge against those who wronged her, all while navigating the complexities of love, family, and fame. Will Elena’s second chance lead her to the life she’s always dreamed of, or will the shadows of her past prove too difficult to escape? Second Chance Runway is a story of resilience, ambition, and the transformative power of self-belief.
I’m the lucky one
Carmen stood in the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up, revealing the toned muscles of her forearms.
She looked focused, her movements fluid and confident, as though she was conducting a symphony. I perched on one of the stools at the counter, watching her with equal parts admiration and curiosity.
"What's on the menu tonight, Chef Carmen?" I asked, resting my chin on my hand.
She shot me a quick smirk. "You'll see. But first, no distractions. This requires precision."
I chuckled, leaning back. "Oh, I wouldn't dare distract you."
The counter in front of her was organized with an almost surgical precision: an array of fresh vegetables, aromatic herbs, and a selection of spices that I couldn't even name.
Carmen reached for a bulb of garlic, her fingers expertly separating the cloves before crushing them with the flat side of her knife. The sharp, fragrant scent wafted through the air, making my mouth water.