I could feel myself wearing a tight gown like I was in the 18th century or something like that!.
I was in a ball, millions of people were holding wine glasses and dancing. The ceiling and chandelier were designed in an old style, but it was breathtaking.
The stairs and the arch dome were enough to answer if someone comes here unknowingly that it's a ball for rich people.
I looked at myself in a red dress with a border and high heels.
I was walking down when I saw people lined up for dancing and someone forced me to stand.
I stood clueless, and then everybody began to take a round. I would be pushed off, but a powerful hand stopped me.
I looked up and it was him.
River Czech Meadows had blonde hair and was holding me; his eyes were blue, and he looked at me.
My heart was beating, but his touches made me feel at home. I was dancing and my body began to relax.
Everything went perfectly until a sharp voice interrupted our dance and the ball.
Everybody looked over the entrance, but we didn't stop. We continued like we didn't care, but Rivers' face told me something else.
Like he is prepared for something, and the moment I turned my head, I saw Ethan holding a gun and shot River in his hand.
I released two bullets, and I screamed, "No!"
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I got up and was surprised to see myself in the bedroom, which relaxed me. I drank the water from the bottle placed on the table beside the bed.
Does that mean Ethan is also from the past?
That's why he doesn't like River or is it because of the Jealousy?
I was torn between the 2 Heavy questions, and then the alarm rang. It was 7 in the morning.
I got up to freshen myself.
I walked near the beach for one last shot of River and Lilith Proclaiming love for each other which is the ending of the movie.
With this, the movie came to an end and we were all happy. Everybody began to hug and smile.
Ethan came towards me, but a part of my body shivered after the last dream. I looked over the River and my mind sank.
Am I the reason for his previous death? I began to question my instinct.
"Since we have completed the shooting, we have booked a private villa for a wrap-up celebration!" The happy director announced.
I was happy, but somewhere I was tense with the morning dream.
"It's going to be fun, right, honey?" Ethan's words disturbed me but I reacted so fast that it was enough for him not to realise my situation.
I glanced at River whose sharp gaze never left us. I walked with Amy and Daisy, who were discussing the party dress.
While they turned towards me and I denied getting involved and excused myself for my behaviour.
The evening air buzzed with music and expensive perfume.
The shoot had wrapped, and the entire cast and crew gathered around the pool for a final celebration — champagne towers, soft lanterns glowing under the stars, couples laughing in candlelight.
I didn't want to come, but I decided to because it's my first film, and even though I had only enhanced the ending, I still should join this and forget about the past.
I was descending the villa staircase like a dream wrapped in silk.
My lavender maxi dress shimmered in the glow in thin straps hugging my shoulders, the low back dipping sinfully to reveal golden skin, and the slit slicing high up on my thigh like it knew it was being watched.
My hair flowed loose, like I had just stepped off a movie screen. My lips were tinted a soft plum. And the moment I walked in…
Silence.
I felt all eyes turned towards me.
But only one gaze devoured me.
He stood at the bar near the pool, in a black linen shirt open halfway down his chest, glass of whiskey in hand, silver chain catching the light.
I felt the moment he saw me, he stilled.
Eyes dark. Mouth parted.
A low curse escaped his throat.
"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath.
And beside him?
Ethan
Watching me.
But with something colder.
Calculating.
He walked toward me first.
"You look… exquisite," Ezekiel said, placing his hand on the small of her back.
I gave a tight smile. "It's just a dress." expecting someone else's attention but got Ethan's.
"No," River Said Suddenly from behind.
"It's a warning."
Ethan's eyes flicked to him.
I blinked my eyes "Excuse me?"
River's voice dropped, silk and heat
"That dress wasn't meant to be admired. It was meant to ruin me."
Ethan's jaw clenched. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," River said, leaning on the bar beside me. "Just admiring art."
I swallowed, pulse racing, and I wished to vanish into thin air.
I could feel River's eyes roam slowly and deliberately over every inch of mine.
From the delicate strap on my shoulder to the slit teasing my leg. I shifted on my heels.
And then…
He leaned in too close to me, his voice like lavender sin.
"I remember how you looked last night, Grace. But tonight…" his lips brushed my ear, "you're wearing guilt better than lingerie."
My breath caught and something unusual began to flow over my body.
Ethan's hand tightened on my waist.
"Enough."
I felt a little uncomfortable so I took a step back
I stepped back, eyes locked with River's and my voice shaking.
"You don't own me."
"No," River said, straightening, drink still in hand.
"But I had you. And that's worse, isn't it?"
Music picked up.
Bodies moved around the pool.
Champagne flowed.
Ethan was called away by a producer.
The music shifted.
The party faded.
And then...
The first chords played.
I Think They Call This Love by Mathew Ifield
A hush fell across the poolside.
Couples began to drift to the dance floor — drawn by the softness, the longing, the kind of song that asks your heart to speak.
And in the middle of them, as if they were drawn by fate…
River reached out his hand towards me.
"Dance with me," he said gently.
I melted right away but Ethan.
As expected my body betrayed me by moving before my mind could argue.
My fingers slid into his, and he pulled her close.
Their bodies swayed together, slow and intimate, surrounded by glowing lanterns and rippling reflections on water.
He held me like I was fragile.
Like I mattered.
Like he'd waited forever just to touch me again.
My hand was on his shoulder. His palm was warm on my lower back. Our Foreheads were close enough like almost touching.
"I think this song is played for us after we call this love!" He said.
I looked up at him, heart pounding and wished that Ethan could disappear forever.
"I feel like I've done this before," I whispered because I feel like it's not my first time.
"You have," he breathed. "In another life. And this time... I'm not letting you go."
Their eyes locked.
And then—
He bent and kissed me
Soft.
Deep.
Eternal.
She melted.
And somewhere across the pool… a loud CRASH.
They broke apart.
Glass.
Shattered.
Ethan.
Frozen.
His whiskey spilt across the floor.
His eyes locked on US betrayed.
Furious.
Broken.