Emma
My alarm buzzed at 6 AM - an ungodly hour that somehow felt normal now. The twins had rewired my internal clock with their early morning energy. But today, their rooms were silent. The whole apartment felt different without Lottie's morning cartoons or Noah's careful cereal-to-milk ratio calculations.
"They're just visiting their grandparents," I told my reflection as I smoothed my carefully pressed skirt. "Stop being so clingy. ou have more important things to focus on today."
Today was my first day as an intern at Laurent Studio. After all these years, the chance to achieve my dreams was finally back in my hands. This time, I wasn't going to let it slip away.
The elevator doors of Laurent Studio opened to reveal a world of glass, steel, and impossibly chic people. My practical f
