Chapter 7: Misunderstandings

The night air was cool on Violet's skin. She stood alone on the balcony, her hands gripping the iron railing. The city lights below sparkled like false promises. Each glimmer mocked her, reminding her of dreams now hanging by a thread.

Eve's words about Tomas echoed in her mind. Richard Blackwood's threats lingered like a bad taste. Violet felt small and powerless. All her hard work, all her struggles, seemed to crumble before old money and prejudice.

"Hey, Vi." Jason's voice broke the silence.

Violet turned. She tried to smile, but it felt wrong on her face. "Hi, Jason."

He leaned on the railing beside her. His suit was expensive, his manner easy. "Remember when they said you'd never make it to Stanford?"

Violet laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Yeah. My math was terrible."

"But you did it," Jason said. His eyes were warm with admiration. "You got in. You won awards. Then you surprised everyone again by going into advertising."

"I like to keep people guessing," Violet said. This time, her smile was real.

Jason shook his head. "Meanwhile, I just lived off my uncle's money. You've always been the fighter, Vi."

His words struck Violet deep. Pride surged through her. She had fought. She had defied expectations. She had followed her heart.

Violet laughed again, but this time it rang clear and true. "There's an old Chinese saying: 'Were kings and nobles born royal?'"

Jason raised an eyebrow. "What's it mean?"

"It means greatness is earned, not inherited." Violet's eyes shone with renewed fire. "I may not have money or connections. But I have courage. I chase my dreams, no matter what."

Jason's face softened. Something deeper than admiration flickered in his eyes. "You're extraordinary, Vi. The way you've made your own path... it's inspiring."

Violet felt a rush of affection. She hugged Jason tight. "Thank you," she whispered. "I think I see now why I've grown to like you more."

Inside the ballroom, Eve finally broke free from her father. Her heart pounded as she rushed to the balcony. She had to explain everything to Violet.

Eve pushed open the doors. She froze. Violet's laughter reached her ears, followed by words that cut like a knife: "...why I've grown to like you more."

Eve's world spun. She saw Violet in Jason's arms. They looked intimate, close. Pain unlike anything Eve had known before tore through her chest.

Jason saw Eve over Violet's shoulder. His eyes glinted. He spoke loud enough for Eve to hear, his voice thick with suggestion. "We've always had something special, Vi. Maybe we should try again. No one understands us like we do."

Violet pulled back, confused. "Jason, what-"

She stopped. She had seen Eve. Eve's face was a mask of hurt and betrayal.

"Eve!" Violet cried. Her heart leapt to her throat. "I-"

But Eve was gone, vanished into the crowd. Violet stood frozen, one hand reaching for where Eve had been. Everything they had built seemed to unravel in that moment.

The night felt colder now. The city lights dimmed. Violet turned to Jason, her eyes flashing with anger and confusion. "What did you do?"

Jason's smug look faltered. "I thought-"

"No," Violet snapped. "You didn't think. You manipulated this."

She stepped back from him. "I'm grateful for your kind words, Jason. But this... this is wrong."

Jason's face fell. Real regret showed in his eyes. "Vi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Save it," Violet cut him off. Her mind raced. "I need to find Eve. I have to explain."

As she turned to leave, Jason grabbed her arm. "Wait. What about us? What we just talked about?"

Violet paused. She looked at him, her voice soft but firm. "You're my past, Jason. A good past, in many ways. But Eve... Eve could be my future. I won't let that go without a fight."

She pulled away and hurried into the ballroom. Jason stood alone on the balcony. The city lights twinkled on, uncaring.

Inside, Violet pushed through the crowd. Her eyes darted from face to face, searching for Eve. The fancy dresses and suits blurred together. Her heart raced. Fear gripped her - fear that she might have lost Eve before they had really begun.

As she moved, Violet's mind whirled with all she needed to say. All the explanations she had to give. She cursed the misunderstandings that had piled up between them. Each one was like a brick in a wall that now seemed too high to climb.

But Violet Chen didn't give up. She had fought expectations all her life. She wouldn't stop now. With new determination, she pressed on through the crowd. She would find Eve. She would make things right.

The night was young. Their story wasn't over.

Violet spotted a flash of familiar dark hair. Her heart jumped. "Eve!" she called out.

Eve turned. Their eyes met across the room. For a moment, time seemed to stop. The crowd faded away. It was just the two of them, caught in a moment of truth.

Eve's face was a storm of emotions - hurt, anger, confusion. But beneath it all, Violet saw something else. A flicker of hope, maybe. Or love.

Violet took a step forward. Then another. Her path to Eve was clear now. Nothing would stop her from reaching the woman she loved.

As she moved, Violet felt her fears fall away. The doubts, the insecurities, the misunderstandings - they didn't matter. What mattered was here and now. What mattered was Eve.

Violet's voice was strong and clear when she spoke. "Eve, we need to talk. Really talk. No more hiding. No more misunderstandings."

Eve hesitated. For a heart-stopping moment, Violet thought she might turn away. But then Eve nodded, once. "Okay," she said softly. "Let's talk."

They moved together towards a quiet corner of the room. The night stretched out before them, full of possibility. Whatever came next, they would face it together. The real conversation was just beginning.