Miley Mcray, a fine young woman who had just turned twenty-six. She didn't seem to be thrilled by the thought of it, instead, it weighed on her heart.

Half past five and she had given up on getting back to the dream world.

The buzzing of her phone from well-wishers had disrupted her sleep and so she laid still with her head turned to her side as she settled her blue eyes on the clearing sky.

She was tired. There was this great disappointment that remained evident on her countenance, not for anyone or anything but herself.

She wished the sun didn't set for every day was a reminder of how stale her life had been but the ones who cared, wouldn't stop calling so she leaned over and cleared the phone off her bedside stool with her right hand.

Diiiing-dong!

It hit her that she had slept off from deep thinking. The rays of the sun cut across her face and she heaved a sigh knowing there was only one person who would pay a visit to someone so early.

Unwillingly, she walked towards the door, scratching her neck with sleepy eyes.

"Happy birthday!" Katie voiced with a big smile on her face.

She was holding onto a box of cake and from the bag hung across her shoulder, Miley could see the neck of a bottle of champagne.

Katie was an Italian beauty. Lovely skin, slender neck, blonde hair and tall enough and yes she put her looks to good use in the modeling agency.

Despite trying her best to look casual, her taste for expensive jewelry gave her away.

Miley rolled her eyes away and turned to walk into the living room which was spacious with just a white-coloured velvet couch, a T.V. and more green plants.

"I know what day it is, Kate, I don't need a cake to tell me," Miley said on her way.

Katie shook her head. She wasn't the one to bring down or hurt with words.

She carefully dropped the box on the small dining table before heading over to join her friend on the couch.

"You can't be like this on every birthday," Katie said.

"There is nothing to celebrate," Miley responded.

"Girl, you made it through another year, that's big," Katie said.

"Yeah, I made it through another year of not being able to correct the mistake I made," Miley replied harshly.

"We all make mistakes," Katie said.

"I had one chance and I blew it. For what? Love. I blew it for love. The universe must hate me for it." Miley told her.

"You have got to stop this else I'm getting you a therapist," Katie said.

"I don't need a therapist!" Miley stormed up. "And I don't need a stupid cake or stupid birthday wishes and I definitely don't need a stupid reminder that it's my birthday on every birthday!" she vented and began to sob.

Katie hadn't interrupted her. It was almost like she pushed her this far with her words just to break her enough to ease down.

"I'm a failure," Miley spoke soberly.

"No, sweetie, you are not," Katie responded, rushing up to embrace her.

"It's been a year and I still haven't gotten over it," Miley said.

"It's because you still aren't over him either. He was the mistake you made, not turning down the offer and I promise you, you deserve a better offer.

You are good. Highly talented. Your dreams will come through. Know this." Katie reassured her.

"Now, candles on birthday cakes are for wishes to be made," she added, walking towards the box.

She began unwrapping it and in no time, brought out a lighter from her bag. She lit the candles and made way for Miley to blow them out.

"Wishes don't come true," Miley said she found it all to be ridiculous.

"At least you smiled. Now make the f*king wish." Katie urged.

"Fine." Miley blew out the candles.

"Look what I got." Katie brought out the bottle of champagne from her bag. "Time to get f*cked up!" She cheered on her way to grab some glasses.

Miley shook her head realising she just might have made the wrong girl a bestie.

Diiiiing-Dong!!

Miley's heartbeat raced as she sat up on her bed jolted from sleep.

She looked around to see it was daybreak and wondered if Katie's visit had only been a dream.

But as she got ready to exit the bed, her eyes fell on the leftover glass of champagne sitting on her bedside stool.

She heaved a sigh and yawned on her way to the door.

"Wow, you look like Hades." a lady in her late thirties voiced once the door was opened.

Her voice held power and her aura as well.

It was Stella Morris. An embodiment of sophistication. Today it was dark shades and silver heels.

Her body was graciously wrapped in a navy blue pantsuit.

She had done something to her hair, the bob wig was giving.

She didn't wait to be invited in, she helped herself and walked on to stand in the centre of the living room.

"It looks like a sex battle was won here," Stella said.

"Why are you here?" Miley inquired, still surprised as she locked the door.

"How heartbreaking, Not happy to see me," Stella said.

"No no. I just- it's just- you are supposed to be in Dubai." Miley sounded unsure.

"And people who go to Dubai, die in Dubai?" Stella said finding a perfect spot to sit on the couch.

"I am just surprised to see you. Plus you look so good." Miley complimented.

"Money is good my darling," Stella replied confidently.

"Hah. Last time I checked, you were broke." Miley sat beside her.

Stella gave no response, only reached her hand into her bag and brought out an envelope.

"What is that?" Miley inquired.

"A letter bomb," Stella replied.

Seeing her stern eyes, Miley collected the envelope and brought out the paper inside of it.

"I don't get it." Miley soon voiced.

"So, I happened to become acquainted with someone.

He looked shy, and you know I like them shy, I got turned on, we had sex, and he let me dominate so yeah, it was great.

And since I always leave them wanting more, he did me a favor.

Turned out he is the brother of someone important and he helped me put a word in for you." She replied.

Miley still looked clueless.

Stella rolled her eyes.

"There in your hands, darling, is your ticket to fame. No more being in the shadows.

You just got the contract of acting as the female lead in a romance drama with Marvel studio's recent star boy- Colin Harvard" Stella ended with her charming smile and sparkling blue eyes.

"Hold up. Just one minute, if you would. I need to- wow. Hm. Colin Harvard? Destructo?" Miley inquired with a shocked expression on her face.

"The guy who wreaks hot havoc looks super sexy while he does it and can only be destroyed if he self-destructs. Yeah, that guy." Stella replied.

"Oh… My… God!" Miley got up, holding onto both sides of her head.

"Huge, f*cking huge," Stella said.

"I can't believe this. F*ck me!" Miley sounded super excited.

"Don't be disgusting," Stella said, getting on her feet.

"Thank you so much, auntie!" Miley embraced her warmly.

"You are all I've got. I am just glad you got a second chance. Not many of us did and not many will. Do me a favor" Stella said.

"Anything," Miley replied.

"Don't squander it," Stella said, sternly. "Now, you have the entire day to put things in order, tomorrow, you have a flight to catch." She added.

Shutting the door after Stella stepped out, Miley let out a scream of excitement expressing every bit of it with her body.