Under the Statue of Liberty by a pond, many students about to graduate were sketching.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Madelyn, if you submit this painting in a contest, you're sure to win," a voice said.
The cool fall wind blew her short hair. A beam of golden light shone on her face. Wearing a shiny necklace, Madelyn tucked her long hair behind her ear. "...Thanks," she replied. Now twenty-two, Madelyn was more confident than she was at eighteen. Over the four years, she had grown more mature. Each smile and frown was filled with her own unique charm.
A woman with golden hair beside her shook her head in distress, "I won't be able to complete this graduation album on time. If | delay my graduation again, I'll be so disappointed. Prof. Monet must be so happy having a student like you. Over these years, you've won so many awards, unlike me." Madelyn offered her words of encouragement, "Aisha, study harder. You'll definitely make it." Madelyn submitted her five best paintings for her graduation assignment. The selected paintings would be judged, and the winner would get a cool prize and an awesome job offer.
After the graduation ceremony and photo-taking session, she did not rush to find a job. Instead, she returned to her job at the cafe. There, her coworker Lila, in her uniform, ran toward her, holding a newspaper with excitement. Lila usually only had such a big smile when getting extra tips from customers.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Madelyn, look at this guy; he is the first Venturian man to appear on the French Le Monde de la France." Madelyn knew Lila's attraction to good looks. She wondered how striking someone had to be for her to notice. Although Madelyn had not followed Venturian news for many years, she kept up through conversations, "Really? Be sure to pass on my congratulations.” "You seem so indifferent. But | bet that one look at him, and you wouldn't have been able to look away.” "Lila, we can't count on men to fix everything. Let's get to work." Madelyn swiftly pulled her hair into a ponytail and secured it.
Lila excitedly showed her the man on the magazine cover, "This is him. They called him... Zach Jardin." Lila awkwardly pronounced the name, trying to say it in Venturian.
The moment Madelyn saw the picture, her cell phone slipped from her grasp, falling to the ground. Her eyes widened in surprise.
The man in the newspaper was Zach, without a doubt. His image, clear even in the black and white photo, remained as captivating as always. He still demanded attention at first glance. Dressed in a sharp black suit, his tall figure and even more mysterious eyes hinted at a mix of sharpness and loneliness. His appearance could leave many in awe. Now thirty, Zach had notably advanced in his career, demonstrating immense talent. He had successfully established his own company, swiftly emerging as a notable figure in Ventropolis. He appeared even more impressive than before. But this time, Madelyn would not stand beside him.
This was not the first time Madelyn heard about Zach since her departure. Back in 2005, during the global financial crisis, when numerous businesses were shutting down and millions faced unemployment, Zach's name surprisingly surfaced.
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