Summer's POV
I woke up buzzing with energy, which was strange, considering I barely slept last night. Maybe it was the excitement. After all, I was meeting Peter Greek today—a top celebrity, someone I'd only dreamed of working with. The opportunity still felt surreal.
I checked the time. A little past six. Way too early for lectures that started by nine, but perfect for getting everything right. After classes, I'd go meet him.
Loveth and Queenth had both tried convincing me to skip lectures altogether, just so I wouldn't show up to the meeting looking like an average student. "You need to look classy, not like you just left a lecture hall," Queenth had argued.
But Frances, the wise one among us—and probably the most book-smart—had offered different advice. "Actually, showing up looking like a diligent student might earn you even more respect," she said, brushing her glasses up her nose.
I sided with Frances. She made sense. Besides, it felt right.
Now I stood before my wardrobe, scanning for the perfect outfit—something sexy but still classy, something that whispered elegance without screaming for attention. This wasn't just any date. This could be the start of my big break.
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Fred's POV
I woke up groggy and disoriented. My eyes burned from the all-nighter I pulled working on my project. Sleep tugged at me, but there was no time—I had to submit my assignment before Mr. Gibson's class at 8 a.m. And that man did not tolerate latecomers.
If Summer found out I procrastinated again, she'd scold me. She always did. "You need to plan better, Fred," she'd say. And she'd be right… again.
"Hey man, if you keep sitting there like a statue, you'll miss class," Kelvin warned, already stuffing his notebooks into his backpack.
I blinked and reached for my phone.
7:45 a.m.
"Shit!" I bolted to the bathroom like lightning. I had exactly fifteen minutes to clean up, dress, and make it to campus before the door was shut in my face.
Five minutes later, I was toweling off, slipping into brown pants and a blue checkered shirt. Not the fanciest combo, but decent enough. I tossed everything I needed into my bag—laptop, assignments, notes—and sprinted out the door.
No breakfast. No pause. Just a mad dash to beat time.
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Summer's POV
By the time I was out of the bathroom, the girls were starting to stir. Frances, ever the early bird, was already dressed and ready for her bath.
"Someone's excited to meet Peter today," Loveth teased, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "You told Fred, right?"
My stomach tightened. Fred. I hadn't told him. I completely forgot in the whirlwind of nerves and excitement.
I shrugged it off. "No… but I'll tell him later. After the meeting. It's not like anything is happening. It's just a talk."
"Girl…" Loveth gave me a look.
I ignored it and turned to the more pressing dilemma—what to wear.
"Okay, which of these?" I pointed at the three outfits I had laid out on the bed.
First, a purple and white floral mini dress, fitted with a cowl neckline and thin straps.
Second, a light-blue A-line mini with a square neckline and white diamond patterns.
Third, a bold red mini dress with a sweetheart neckline and flared skirt.
"Honestly? All three are stunning," Loveth said, her voice still groggy.
"I vote red," Queenth added. "It fits the vibe—confident and bold."
Frances, walking out of the bathroom, towel around her shoulders, barely looked. "Wear what you feel best in. It's your day, not ours."
Typical Frances. Always rational. Always calm. But she was right.
I stared at the dresses for a moment, then picked up the red one.
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Fred's POV
Somehow, by sheer miracle, I made it to class right as Mr. Gibson was closing the door. And despite my last-minute work, I ended up scoring the best mark in the entire class. I couldn't help the grin that crept onto my face.
Being smart has its perks.
After lectures, I had no time to waste. I rushed off to my part-time job—waiting tables at The Jefferson Restaurant. The money I earned might not be much, but every bit helped. I was saving, building toward a future where I could give Summer everything she deserved.
I didn't want to be just her sweet boyfriend. I wanted to be her provider too. Her partner in everything.
Even though she always said, "No one can buy my love with money," I couldn't shake the fear. What if someone came along—someone richer, more established, offering her the world?
I shook the thought off as I walked into the restaurant.
"Hey Joe, I'm here for my two-hour shift," I called.
"Thank God," Joe groaned. "We're short on staff today. Can you handle table 25 in the VIP section?"
"Sure," I replied, grabbing an apron and tying it around my waist.
"I heard it's some big-time movie actor over there," he whispered.
I nodded absentmindedly. That kind of gossip didn't interest me. I had work to do.
Just as I turned to head toward the VIP section, the entrance bell chimed—and in walked a girl in red.
She was… stunning. Every eye turned toward her.
"Bro, don't even think about it," Philip chuckled beside me. "That girl is way out of your league."
I smirked. "Relax. My girlfriend's even hotter."
But something nagged at me. Something about the girl felt… familiar.
I approached table 25, my notepad ready. As I drew closer, I saw her face.
And my heart stopped.
It was Summer.
Seated at the table. Smiling. Dressed like a goddess.
For a moment, everything else disappeared.
"Summer?" I blurted, my voice shaking.
To be continued.....