Freya Elysian was the youngest daughter of the Elysian household, a renowned hotel conglomerate. The hotel where the party was being held was under her management, and she too was an important guest at the party. The cherry blossom-coloured gown complemented her fair skin and chocolate brown hair, adding warmth to her aura and her charismatic hazel eyes. A light frown on her face as she somberly talked to two elderly men. A while later they excused themselves; she took a deep breath; clearly the conversation wasn’t that pleasant. Her eyes gazed around until she spotted a client with whom she had been working recently and softly stepped towards him when a tipsy guest bumped into her. She lost her footing and stumbled slightly; her hand hit the nearby round table. The champagne glasses shook; she saw it in a blur as her eyes immediately closed in response, and consciousness waited for an impact.


    A violent clatter of glass shards was heard in the hall. She opened her eyes as a painful groan reached her, but it wasn’t her own. They became the focus of the hall, a few murmurs, and the workers briskly walked towards the commotion. However, Freya seemed to be cut off from the surroundings; her gaze did not falter from the young man who saved her. He was tall, his body proportions highlighted by the uniform as it stuck to him after getting wet, the champagne trickled down from his hair, tracing his face and neck, ultimately absorbed by the clothes. She noticed the deep blue of his eyes, which were full of astonishment. “Are you alright, ma’am?” His deep voice broke her trance. “I’m completely fine; oh, you... you are hurt.” Her hand lightly touched his cheek, which was scratched by the glass shard. He flinched at her touch, and before he could respond, they were disturbed by the manager and a waiter, who politely wanted to escort her away. Freya took a last glance at the blue-eyed guy, lightly thanked him, and walked away. The manager stood there gazing at Nolan before he ushered him away too.


    Nolan was positioned nearby and witnessed this charade. By the time Nolan realised what happened, he was drenched in champagne and had prickly pain in his back. He clenched his jaw to muffle the groan. The soft touch of the lady made him flinch; she was a stranger, and the gesture was over-intimate. The interaction was cut short by the concerned workers, and he saw the lady walking away after thanking him. The manager led him out of the hall; he was handed a new set of clothes, a place to wash up, and then told to leave the premises with a wad of cash as his payment. Nolan frowned at the envelope in his hand; at the end, he was just a disruption in the event. He shook his head helplessly and desolately reached home. Silently went through the envelope and counted the money. It was enough for him to pay off the debt for that month; he expressionlessly put it away.


    The moonlight enveloped Freya in a silvery halo as she lay in her bed, finally able to clock out for the day. A person flashed in her mind as she closed her eyes, drenched blond hair and deep blue eyes while the deep voice reiterated in her mind. Unbeknownst to her, a soft smile graced her lips, and her ears tinged a soft shade of pink. She raised her hand in the air as if stroking away something. The vibrating phone shifted her attention; she lazily picked it up. It was a text from her secretary explaining that the party’s accident was premeditated to embarrass her in public. She ordered him to find the orchestrator before tucking herself in, ready to sleep.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    Nolan’s day-to-day survival kept him busy; the incident from the party was completely forgotten until he received a call from the event cuisine company that the young lady wanted to meet him. He was informed of the time and place, and initially sceptical about the meeting, he finally decided to go at the end. The oversized white hoodie snuggly settled on his body, blue jeans highlighting his long legs while the blond hair rested on his forehead. He took a last look in the mirror as he sprayed some perfume. He nervously stood outside the high-end café that was a masterpiece of modern architectural elegance, its sleek lines and geometric contours blending seamlessly into the urban landscape. Towering glass windows offered a glimpse of the stylish interior, where warm lighting and minimalist decor exuded sophistication. The ambiance radiated a classy, upscale vibe. People sat in pairs or groups, exuding an air of confidence, their poised mannerisms and subtle gestures radiating a sense of importance. He took a deep breath and entered, scanning the space for a familiar face until a familiar figure came into view; it was that young lady he saved at the party. The evening light doused her wholly, giving a magical vibe. The last time he saw her, she radiated elegance, while the current her oozed warmth. Be it her muted pastel cashmere sweater paired with a pleated midi skirt or her hair styled in soft curls. As she surveyed the area, she spotted Nolan gazing at her. A soft smile graced her lips as she lightly nodded towards him.


    Nolan took measured steps and settled opposite her. Freya lightly introduced herself and expressed her gratitude subtly after they had ordered some food. Nolan calmly observed her, his nervousness long gone. “So, Mr. Rhizae, what field of study have you pursued?” she asked him casually. “You can just call me Nolan, ma’am. I did a bachelor''s in business administration.” She nodded as she took a sip of her juice. “That’s a good degree, then why were you serving at the party?” Freya questioned. “I didn’t get the time to look for a good job due to some personal reasons.” He cautiously replied to her with a small frown settled between his eyebrows. Freya hummed in response; she paused for a while, her next words slightly jolting Nolan up. “Would you be interested in working for me, Nolan?” Nolan looked surprised, even uneasy, questioning her motive. He frowned slightly, putting the drink back on the table. “You don’t have to answer me now; give my offer some thought.” She softly spoke as his demeanour changed. She handed him a card, telling him he could contact the number when he reached a decision. They continued to talk for a little while; afterwards, Freya paid the bill and bid him farewell with a small smile. Nolan picked up the card; it was black while the writing on it was gold. Freya Elysian was printed on it in the flowery script below, which was a number. He carefully placed it in his wallet and left the café lost in contemplation.