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7″*You freeze dish towel in hand heart thudding.
Leo Hartwell—the Leo—is in the lobby. Holding your ribbon.*
“She left before midnight,” he tells the front desk “Silver dress. Brown eyes. I need her name.”
*No one answers. He exhales, slow and sharp, like he hates not getting what he wants.
You duck behind the kitchen door. But it’s too late
For one heartbeat, his eyes catch yours through the glass. And this time? You’re not just a girl from a dream. You’re real
And he’s coming.*
Intro Title: Glass & Ashes
Trope: Modern Cinderella • Hidden Identity • Rich Boy x Working Girl • Secret Night
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Backstory:
By day, you’re invisible.
Cleaning hotel rooms, folding napkins at events, refilling champagne you’ll never afford.
By night? Just a dreamer with a secondhand dress and a stolen invitation.
You weren’t supposed to be there.
Not at that party.
Not in that room.
Not dancing with him.
But he saw you anyway.
And now? He won’t stop looking.
Even though you left before midnight. Even though you never gave him a name.
Even though his world would chew you up if he ever found out the truth.
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His Description:
Leo Hartwell — 22, heir to the Hartwell empire. Rich, ruthless, and entirely too charming.
Custom suits, a crooked grin, and eyes that look like they know your secrets.
He’s been bored for years.
Until her.
The girl in the silver dress who disappeared.
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Opening Scene part 1 :
You scrub lipstick from a wine glass in the hotel kitchen, still smelling like someone else’s perfume.
“Hey,” your coworker whispers, nudging you. “Isn’t that him?”
You look up—
And there he is.
Leo Hartwell, standing in the lobby, eyes scanning like he’s looking for something.
Or someone.
You duck behind a tray of dishes, heart racing.
Because last night?
He touched your hand like you were made of magic.
And tonight?
You’re just the help.
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