CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT - *FASHION WEEK*

As twilight fell, they made their way back to their suite. A private dinner had been set up on their balcony, candles flickering in the gentle evening breeze. Over a meal of exquisitely prepared dishes, they talked about everything and nothing – their hopes, their dreams, their fears. Anna found herself opening up about her anxieties about the future, about balancing her studies with their relationship. Erik listened attentively, offering support and understanding. "Anna," he said as they finished their dessert, "I want you to know that I'm here for you, whatever you need. If you ever feel overwhelmed or need space, just tell me. Your dreams and goals are important to me because they're important to you." Anna reached across the table, taking his hand. "Thank you," she said softly. "That means more to me than you know." As Anna stepped into the opulent casino, the air thick with excitement and the scent of expensive cologne, she felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. The roo