"Dear, Look at this!" Nurul tossed the magazine with Nurin as the cover page on the table in the living room. "It's supposed to be me!"
Ridhwan placed his cup of coffee on the table after taking a sip. He took the magazine and browsed through all the pages before coming back to the cover page. "It seems like Nurin rises up because of this shawl collection."
Nurul sat on the couch beside Ridhwan and hugged his left arm. "That famous shawl collection? Purnama?"
There was silence for a moment. Ridhwan looked at Nurul. "Why don't we get you to be part of Purnama's model as well? In this way, you could stablise yourself as a model."
"Can we? Purnama is so famous and well-known both locally and overseas. They were able to rise up within three months," Nurul pouted her lips, doubting her boyfriend's idea.
However, she trusted Ridhwan. All of her life, she trusted him. She loved him since long time ago in secondary school. If only Ridhwan did not fall in love with Tasha at first sight, she would have been Ridhwan's fiance first!
She was Ridhwan's best friend first! Nurul smirked, delighted with where she was right now in Ridhwan's house. Nurul never thought that she would be so close to him, her dream man. Even if she had to kill her own good friend.
To her, everything is fair in love and war. This was the kind of happiness that Nurul had been waiting for. It had been years since she longed for Ridhwan's attention and affection.
Ridhwan pulled her into his embrace. "I'll make sure you're on the rise again, baby."