Damon Westwood Sasha has just left and I feel like she just left me in the middle of an erupting volcano. Ella looks like she's about to explode and if she does in the hallway we risk becoming the subject of gossip for days to come. This has already been the case for a while but I didn't care but now it risks ruining my plan if it reaches my father's ears. I pull her into my office before she starts making a scene. -Let me go Damon!! Let go of me right now! She breaks free from my grip and glares at me. -How dare she show up here? And behave like this? She comes and goes in my office and I just sit on the couch in my office. -And you let her do what you want! No, but what’s wrong with you? She's so mad with rage that I think smoke is going to come out of her ears. As for me, his spectacle neither warms nor colds me. I just stare at her, looking perfectly bored. -Tell me Damon, where were you with her? -On the roof -And why do ? -She needed comfort and a quie

Damon Westwood -Come on, everyone, let's get busy, everything has to be ready on time. It was the day of the show and fashion week had started two days ago now and the city, which was already bustling, was full of people, whether fashion personalities or even big names in influence. The streets were almost empty and the models were running from show to show. It was madness. Sapphire gave their fashion show yesterday and I must admit that it wasn't bad but they remain a little too much in their comfort zone, their news is only seen and seen again. Jonathan must seriously think about renewing his teams otherwise Sapphire risks not lasting long in the industry. Ours was this evening with June we are there to sort out the last details. After a fierce struggle with other houses we were finally able to have the central for our parade. We were near the lake and the atmosphere was perfect. -Come on kids, clean this aisle properly, Christian almost fell during rehearsals and I don't want

Damon Westwood That's it, it's over. The applause rings out, the hugs and congratulations quickly replace the shouts from earlier. The parade went well and the reactions from the public were more than satisfactory. Despite the traffic jams, model Zuleyka was able to arrive on time. It was she who gave the opening to Sasha’s creations. I was behind the scenes but I was able to see his reaction thanks to the cameras we placed here and there. She was moved, completely absorbed by the parade and it was one of my greatest rewards. I spotted June being congratulated by her parents and I was really happy that they were able to come. It was particularly important to him that they were present. -A colorful parade if I can say it that way. I turn back to my mother who took the time to come towards me. She hugs me and I guess she liked my work. -Congratulations, big guy, it was really splendid. Your efforts have paid off, these last few months have been complicated but you succeeded. And

Damon Westwood A week earlier I haven't heard from Sasha for a week now. And I must admit that I wasn’t expecting such an eventful end to the evening. After the parade I pretended I had a headache so I could go home without anyone asking unnecessary questions. Ella was left behind to supposedly “present” bullshit to me if you ask me. It's past 2 a.m. and I can't get to sleep. Like the previous days, my decision with Sasha is playing over and over in my head. I feel like I've lost it and it leaves a bland aftertaste on my tongue. Looks like I lost Sasha. For good this time. My little Lexa. I smile at the thought of the nickname I gave him. I think I won't have the opportunity to call him that again. I'm sitting on our garden patio with a joint stuck between my teeth and a glass of whiskey in my hand. A combo to kill my faith and my lungs. At this point it's better than nothing. I'll be in a daze to avoid thinking about her. The sound of the swimming pool is calming and drowns

Sasha J. Morales -When she was little, she spent her time trying on my wedding dress and constantly paraded around the house. She took the bouquet from the dining table and asked her father to act out the courtship. She was so cute. -I hear you mom! I shout over the fitting room. We were at my wedding dress fitting session. My mother and June were there and were both talking. Finally my mother told him about all my exploits as a little girl. I was in the cabin trying on a third dress but I could hear them from here. June wasn't too keen on coming but I told her that her presence was important to me since she was one of my few friends. She tried to sulk for a while but couldn't help but get emotional when I tried on my first dress. -Come on Sasha, hurry up and get out the first bottle of champagne, it's already finished and I don't want to end up drunk. -It's okay June, stop complaining, I'm sure you love the 4000 dollar champagne that you're sipping like grenadine juice. -Shut