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Valentina Called

It was Valentina calling. Of course it was. Of course.

I hesitated to answer, but sighed and picked up.

“Were you meditating just now, love?” Valentina asked.

I cleared my throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. And quit calling me love.”

Valentina laughed, low and smug. “Oh, love… why don’t you have dinner with me at the restaurant downstairs?”

I groaned. I wanted to sleep after meditating. Okay, fine—after meditating and chasing it with melatonin and whiskey.

“Oh, love, come on,” she purred. “It might be fun. We could kick each other under the table… and that might even be hot.”

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Of course she Levitates in my head.

I was freaking out so I meditated. Okay fine — whiskey and melatonin first. 🙄

At first it was calm. Quiet.

And then I saw her face.

Of course it was Valentina. That beautiful smug face that needs to be slapped.

I zoomed out and she was levitating.

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Oh Boy, I don't do Past Life Regressions

My friend swears I died in a plane crash in 1968. Says I was a print model for travel ads back then.

Well, duh — of course I was a model. I mean, have you seen me? That was my retort to her when she pulled out her little collection of vintage ads from the 50s, 60s, 70s. Like, what sort of pastime is that?

But then… she shows me a woman who looks exactly like me. Same smile. Same legs. Same name. Sophia. And she was a flight attendant too.

Okay. I’ll give you that. That’s a lot of coincidences.

But that was me? Seriously? What are the odds? Slim to none. I doubt it.

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What does Valentina want?

"They think Sophia is in control. Cute. But I knew her long before she knew me. I watched her make mistakes, watched her burn bridges she didn’t even realize she built.

Now she’s trapped in that gilded suite, pacing like a caged bird. Paid for by her ‘friends,’ but owned by me the second she stepped inside.

What do I want? She’ll figure that out the moment I take it."

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Valentina shouldn't forget who I am.

And then I get these weird passengers sometimes. Always whispering about something bigger at play. Like some big hand controlling me. Controlling Valentina.

Blah, blah. Yawn.

I told her straight up: if she wanted to get laid, she’d be quiet. Oh, that shut her up quickly.

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Why does she act like she owns me?

Sophia tried to laugh it off. Expensive suite, skyline view, a glass in her hand. It should’ve been easy. But the way Valentina looked at her… it wasn’t casual. It was possession. Like she’d already written her name on Sophia’s skin years ago. And Sophia couldn’t remember if she ever gave her permission.

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Valentina’s Shadow

Why did it feel like she knew me? Not the kind of knowing where you trade numbers after a flight. Deeper. Intimate. Like a memory I’d forgotten but she hadn’t.

My suite should’ve felt like a dream — glass walls, skyline glitter, champagne that wasn’t mine but paid for by a “friend.” Instead, I couldn’t breathe.

Because Valentina smiled at me like she already owned me. Because Valentina walked away like she was waiting for me to follow.

What did she want? That was the crazy part. I had no idea.

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Sophia's Conundrum

Sophia’s problem is she can’t decide what’s worse — wanting Valentina, or Valentina knowing it. Ever been trapped in that kind of rivalry? She turns every work meeting into a warzone. Feels like Velvet & Fire is about my life sometimes."

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Getting Caught in the Act.

She was my coworker. She caught me with another passenger in the lav. The only problem? She didn’t want HR. She wanted me. Anita Cruz-Desai writes these women like they’re chasing something bigger than punishment. Oof

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Ivy’s First Post

She didn’t mean to overhear. But now she knows.

And the quiet’s never been so loud.