April 10: Triumph
The night of the Golden Star Awards arrived, and I walked the red carpet with confidence, radiating elegance in my custom-made gown. My heart raced as the presenter announced the Best Actress winner.
"And the Golden Star Award goes to... Dahlia!"
The audience erupted in applause as I made my way to the stage, tears streaming down my face. Overwhelmed, I accepted the award, thanking everyone who had supported me, from my family to the entire crew of "Echoes in the Night."
Backstage, my agent, Coral, beamed with pride, her eyes shining with tears.
"Dahlia, congratulations! This is just the beginning!" Coral exclaimed, hugs and tears flowing freely. "You've worked tirelessly for this moment, and it's exhilarating to see your talent recognized."
"We're going to celebrate tonight, and tomorrow, we'll discuss the next project. You're in high demand now," Coral added, handing me a champagne flute.
The after-party was a whirlwind of congratulations and well-wishes from industry giants and colleagues. I posed for photos, gave interviews, and soaked in the glory of my achievement.
Next morning, Coral arrived at my hotel room, a huge smile on her face and a spring in her step.
"Dahlia, I have fantastic news," Coral announced, barely containing her excitement. "There's a massive production company interested in you for their upcoming project. They want you to play the lead role in a romantic drama."
"In what?" I asked, intrigued, setting aside my coffee cup.
"A romantic drama, set in your hometown," Coral revealed. "They're willing to offer you a substantial sum and creative control. This project has the potential to catapult your career to new heights."
I raised an eyebrow, weighing the pros and cons.
"My hometown?" I repeated, memories of Clyde, Anissa, and the past flooding my mind.
Coral nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, they want to film on location. It's a huge opportunity, Dahlia. You can come home, be close to your family, and still pursue your career. Plus, the storyline is captivating, and I think you'll love the character."
My mind whirled.
Going back home meant facing Clyde, Anissa, and the past. But this opportunity was too good to pass up. I could finally showcase my roots and share my story with the world.
"Okay, Coral. Let's do it," I said finally, determination in my voice.
Coral grinned, pulling out her phone.
"I'll set up a meeting with the production team. Congratulations, Dahlia. You're about to take your career to new heights!"
April 12: Homecoming
The private jet touched down, and I felt a mix of emotions. Excitement to see my family, nervousness about facing the past, and anticipation for the new project.
As I stepped out of the airport, a sea of screaming fans greeted me, holding banners and placards.
"DAHLIA IS BACK!"
"WE LOVE YOU, DAHLIA!"
"WELCOME HOME, QUEEN!"
I smiled, waving and blowing kisses, overwhelmed by the love.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd.
Strong arms enveloped me, pulling me into a tender hug.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Clyde?" I whispered, shocked.
He held me closer, his warmth and scent enveloping me.
"Welcome home, Dahlia," he whispered, his voice husky.
I pushed back, searching his eyes.
Why was he here?
Why was he holding me like this?
Clyde's gaze locked onto mine, his expression soft.
"Let's get you home," he said, guiding me toward a sleek black car.
I nodded, still reeling from the surprise.
As he helped me into the car, his hand brushed against mine.
A spark of electricity.
A flood of memories.
We drove in silence, the tension between us palpable.
Clyde's eyes never left the road, but his presence spoke volumes.
What did he want?
Why was he being so gentle?
The questions swirled, but I couldn't ask.
Not yet.
"Where are we going, Clyde?" I asked, trying to break the silence.
"You'll see," he replied, his eyes fixed on the road.
I studied his profile, searching for answers.
"Clyde, I need to ask you something," I said, my voice firm.
"Yes?"
"You were married to my sister. How can you be here, holding me like that?"
Clyde's grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"Take care of Anissa, Clyde. She deserves happiness," I continued.
Clyde's expression softened.
"I will," he whispered.
The car pulled up to a luxurious restaurant overlooking the city.
"Let's have dinner," Clyde said, stepping out to open my door.
I hesitated but took his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity.
Inside, the maître d' greeted us warmly.
"Welcome, Mr. Grey. Your table is ready."
Clyde led me to a private room with a breathtaking view.
"What's going on, Clyde? Why this elaborate dinner?"
Clyde's eyes locked onto mine.
"I want to celebrate your return," he said.
"But why?" I pressed.
Clyde didn't respond, instead focusing on the menu.
The silence between us grew thicker.