- Remember just one more time.

She was a glamorous, beautiful, and seductive red-haired woman, sipping a glass of champagne. She wore a luxurious reddish gown for the festive night—long, embroidered with leaf patterns, featuring long sleeves and pockets. Her loose hair cascaded in soft waves, adorned with a headpiece that was more of a silver tiara.

She stood at the bar, glancing around and taking in the other guests dressed in their finest attire—chatting, drinking, or dancing on the floor.

"Hey, baby."

She turned, took a sip from her glass, nodded, and immediately responded:

"Patricio, hello."

"Come dance with me."

"Okay, but only because it's you."

Hand in hand, they moved away from the bar and began dancing to the slow melody while exchanging a few words.

Patricio, dressed in an elegant black suit with his long hair neatly tied back, shared a laugh with her. Both of them knew exactly why they were at the Buganbi Hotel ballroom.

They were celebrating the 70th anniversary of the Connery fashion company, where both worked as models.

"How long have you been here, Lara?"

"I arrived a few minutes ago. I thought it would be boring."

"You were planning to leave…"

"Yes."

They kept talking, and although she paid attention to what Patricio, her best friend since high school, was saying, she also glanced around, noticing the guests continuing to arrive.

"Exactly. Tomorrow, I leave early for a trip."

"Lara, when do you have time for yourself?"

It was the same question Patricio always asked her whenever she immersed herself too much in work, being a famous fashion and makeup model.

"You’re asking because we planned to go to the cabin this weekend. Don’t worry, I’ll be there."

"I hope so, Lara, because last time…"

"I know, it won’t happen again. I promise my work won’t get in the way again… but I ask the same from you."

She was referring to the fact that he was also a model. He just nodded as the melody changed. They continued dancing on the floor along with other guests, when suddenly they heard a voice.

"May I?"

They both turned and saw it was Dimitri.

Lara smiled upon seeing him in a spectacular and elegant dark blue suit. Patricio and Dimitri greeted each other before Patricio left them to dance together.

"You look handsome, brother."

"Thanks, little sister. You look beautiful," Dimitri said.

She looked at her older brother—tall, charming, with short black hair and blue eyes like hers. He had once been a model, too, but later decided to study and become a photographer.

"Dad wants to talk to both of us."

"I know, Dimitri. I spoke to him."

"What did he say?" Dimitri asked.

"That our aunts are coming… but I won’t be there."

"Again?"

"Yes. Tomorrow, I leave early for a trip. I have to work, and I don’t know when I’ll be back."

"You did it again."

"You know I love my job."

"I know. Just… don’t scare us again."

"It won’t happen again," Lara said, hugging him. She knew what he was referring to.

She ran her hand over his arm in reassurance. Previously, she had missed a flight she was supposed to take—one that later had an accident and caused chaos. Everyone thought Lara had disappeared or died.

The siblings continued dancing, talking about work, when a voice surprised them.

"May I have this dance with your sister?"

Leo.

"Of course," Dimitri said.

Lara nodded, switching partners and looking at the handsome, dark blond man in an elegant black suit. She noticed the slight gleam in his eyes at being face-to-face with her again

To him, she had always been his beautiful, red-haired, blue-eyed girl—the one he adored looking at since they were kids. But then their paths had split.

"You came back from Chicago," she said.

"Yes, I couldn't miss my father’s company’s anniversary. You look stunning."

"Thanks. And you look very handsome."

They were very close, dancing. She felt his hand on her back, while he held her hand in his and placed the other on her waist.

Leo wanted to keep her close as a slow, beautiful song played.

"Thanks. How are you?" he asked.

"Very well, working. And you?"

"The same. Lots of work here and there. Are you still with Matías?"

"He’s in Spain right now," she said without giving many details.

Matías was a famous photographer, a friend of Dimitri, and Lara’s ex-boyfriend—but she didn’t mention that part to Leo.

Their conversation didn’t last long before he asked:

"Do you want to take a walk?"

She was surprised but nodded.

"Yes."

They finished dancing and walked hand in hand. He didn’t let go as they strolled down the hall and stopped.

"I always knew you’d be famous."

"I thought the same about you, Leo."

"And we both are."

"And maybe you’re leaving for Spain."

"No. Tomorrow morning, I’m flying to Paris. My schedule is packed."

"So is mine. Tomorrow, I’m flying to New York."

"You’re in a relationship with Viridiana Carson?"

"We’ve worked together on a few runways, magazines, and commercials."

Leo hadn’t planned to tell her he had been dating model Viridiana Castro. He just wanted to be with her one last time before his wedding.

Lara was talking about her brother Dimitri when suddenly, Leo took her breath away… with the sweet taste of his lips.

She started trembling as his hands moved to her waist, and she placed hers on his neck.

They continued kissing, surrendering to that oasis, letting their emotions take over.

Lying in bed, she reached out, grabbing her phone from the nightstand.

She opened her eyes, realizing the time—seeing missed calls and messages. But more than that… she was naked in a hotel room.

She remembered Leo’s lips, every kiss, every touch.

They had released those feelings that only needed one night of love and passion.

She allowed herself to remember last night… just one more time. Because modeling was her life.

Lara got up, still naked, and headed for the shower. Her personal assistant would be arriving soon with her clothes, and then they would board the private jet.

There were no words about the night before. Only work talk.

They were flying straight to Paris for a meeting.

It didn’t last long before she went to a photoshoot—modeling clothes and walking famous runways, only to return to her apartment afterward.