Rassel's eyes held quiet pain, like she'd lived through more than she ever said out loud. Two failed relationships had left her heart bruised and her trust broken.
She still believed in love, but not the kind of love she used to dream about. Somehow, she always ended up falling for the wrong men.
But there was more to Rassel than heartbreak. She loved to write. Deep down, she is a talented fiction writer with a drawer full of unfinished stories.
She'd never shown them to anyone. Fear of rejection kept her pages hidden, but the fire to create never left her. It flickered stubbornly, waiting for the right moment to burn brighter.
The sting of her last failed relationship still lingered, prompting Rassel to seek a fresh start. She needed a distraction, a new challenge to shake off the heartache.
With the help of her friend Nuala's father, she landed a job at the prestigious Elite Hotel, a luxury haven known for catering to celebrities and high society.
Rassel's excitement was palpable as she shared the news of her new job with Nuala. "I need to look perfect," she told Nuala the day before her first shift, "First impressions matter." I want to make a great impression." Nuala's reassuring smile put Rassel at ease. "Don't worry, I've got your back. We'll go shopping and get you all fixed up."
In the evening, they made their way to the boutique, the city lights casting a warm glow on the sidewalk as anticipation lingered between them. They moved from one boutique to the next, thoughtfully selecting pieces that captured the essence of Rassel's emerging identity, each item a subtle nod to the confidence and poise his new role demanded.
However, her enthusiasm was short-lived. Upon arriving at the hotel on her first day at work, Rassel discovered that the staff uniform would be provided, rendering her new purchases redundant. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.
She blinked at her bags and let out a dry laugh. "Well… that was pointless."
As she began her first day, Rassel was struck by the electric atmosphere. The older staff members were abuzz, planning a welcome event that left Rassel perplexed. She sat at her post, observing the commotion with a mixture of curiosity and detachment.
Suddenly, the TV screen flickered to life, and a chiseled, handsome face appeared. Rassel's gaze was drawn to the actor's piercing eyes, his chiseled features, and his captivating smile.
For a fleeting moment, she forgot to breathe. The staff around her erupted into squeals of delight, shouting, "Oh my Noah Matthew! He's so cute!" Rassel's confusion deepened. What was the fuss about?
Rassel raised a brow. Noah who?
A younger staff member turned to her, eyes wide. "Don't tell me you don't know him! He's a superstar.
The name rang no bell, but the reaction around her was impossible to ignore. Noah Matthew wasn't just popular—he was adored.
As she struggled to comprehend the frenzy, a staff member exclaimed, "I can't believe Noah Matthew is coming to the hotel tonight! Oh my God!" Rassel's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with questions.
Why was everyone losing their minds over him? She pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on her work. After all, she was here to do a job, not get caught up in the glamour of it all.
"Noah Matthew was the epitome of perfection. His sculpted looks, captivating smile, and magnetic aura had charmed millions, with a staggering 80% of his fans being female. His arrival at the prestigious Elite Hotel, where Rassel worked, sent the entire staff into a frenzy.
The hotel's lobby was transformed into a shrine dedicated to Noah's visit. Banners, posters, and broadcasts heralded his arrival, leaving Rassel bewildered. "Wow, just for one human being," she thought, shaking her head in awe.
As the evening of the event arrived, the hotel was besieged by screaming fans, all clamoring for a glimpse of the phenomenon. Rassel watched in dismay as the chaos unfolded. "I thought this place was for cultured, wealthy people? Why so much drama?" she wondered.
Noah's grand entrance only added to the pandemonium. His fans screamed and swooned as he took the stage, his charisma and presence electrifying the air. Rassel observed the spectacle with a detached curiosity, her mind focused on her work.
As the event drew to a close, the lobby slowly emptied, leaving behind a trail of excitement and anticipation. Noah would be staying at the hotel for three days, and the older staff were already vying for the privilege of serving him. "It's me, I'll be the one to serve him this time!" they exclaimed, their voices rising in a chorus of competition.
Rassel remained unmoved, her expression a mask of indifference. "It's not my business," she thought, her focus solely on her work. She had no intention of getting caught up in the frenzy surrounding Noah Matthew.
"But fate, it seemed, had other plans."