Opening Scene
Doris wakes up in her small apartment in New York City. It's been three months since she left London. Since the fashion show. Since Dante.
She sits on the edge of her bed, staring at her sketchpad on the nightstand.
On the cover: "Echoes."
She hasn't opened it since she got back.
Her phone buzzes.
It's Clara Whitmore.
"We've been offered an international tour for the Echoes collection. You're invited as lead designer. Think you're ready for Paris?"
Doris exhales slowly.
Paris.
The city of love.
Memories flash through her mind—Dante's voice, his hands, his silence after that final kiss.
She texts back:
"Yes."
Then she opens the sketchbook.
Inside is a drawing of him.
And beneath it, written in soft ink:
"You were my favorite song."
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Flashback Sequence: Their Last Night Together
Doris had planned to leave quietly.
But fate—or maybe just her heart—had other plans.
The night before she flew back to New York, she went for one last walk through Soho.
She found herself outside Dante's old studio.
Before she could turn away, he appeared.
"You didn't say goodbye," he said softly.
She turned to face him. "I thought it would be easier."
He stepped closer. "Was it?"
She shook her head.
They stood under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp.
"I miss you already," she admitted.
He reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"I never meant to hurt you."
"I know."
"But?" he asked.
"But I can't keep waiting for someone who doesn't believe in forever."
He looked down, then met her eyes again.
"You once asked me if I was running from you."
She nodded.
He took her hand.
"I'm not running anymore."
She searched his face.
"For real this time?"
He gave a small, sad smile. "For real."
She kissed him.
One last time.
Not because they had a future.
But because they deserved a proper ending.
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Return to London
Now, Doris steps off the plane in London.
It's autumn again.
Rain coats the runway like memory.
She's here for rehearsals. For fittings. For interviews.
But secretly, she hopes to see him.
She checks into her hotel, unpacks, and walks into the city.
The streets feel different now.
More familiar.
Less haunted.
She stops by Marlowe & Co., where Clara greets her warmly.
"Glad you came back."
Doris smiles. "Me too."
Clara hesitates. "There's something you should know."
Doris frowns. "What?"
Clara hands her an envelope.
Inside: A letter.
From Dante.
Dear Doris,
If you're reading this, it means you came back.
I don't know if we have a second chance, but I want to try.
I spent this time healing—not just from Lila's death, but from the guilt I carried for years.
You made me remember what it felt like to live again.
So if you're willing, I'd like to hear your answer.
In person.
Meet me where we first danced.
Midnight.
– D
Doris reads it twice.
Then whispers, "You bastard."
A tear slips down her cheek.
Because part of her always knew he'd find a way back.
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Midnight Reunion at The Velvet Note
At midnight, Doris arrives at The Velvet Note .
The bar is quiet tonight.
No masquerade.
No threats.
Just music.
Jazz playing softly in the background.
She walks inside.
And there he is.
Standing near the stage.
Wearing the same jacket.
Same brooding look.
Same heartbeat behind his eyes.
"Hi," he says.
She crosses her arms. "That wasn't fair."
"I know."
"You disappeared again."
"I needed time."
"To do what?"
"To change."
She studies him.
He looks… lighter.
Healthier.
Stronger.
"What changed?" she asks.
"I let go," he says simply. "Of the past. Of the guilt. Of everything that kept me stuck."
"And now?"
He steps closer. "Now I want to make new memories. With you."
She swallows hard.
"Do you promise?"
"I do."
She lifts her chin. "Then kiss me."
He does.
Slowly at first.
Then deeper.
Like he's trying to memorize the taste of her.
When they pull apart, she rests her forehead against his chest.
"I missed you."
"I missed you more."
She laughs softly.
Then pulls away.
"There's one thing you need to know."
He raises an eyebrow. "What?"
She takes a deep breath.
"I'm staying."
His eyes widen slightly. "In London?"
"No," she says. "With you."
He grins.
Then kisses her again.
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Flashback: Dante's Healing Journey
After Doris left, Dante did what he'd avoided for years.
He went to therapy.
He spoke about Lila.
About the pressure.
About the grief.
He wrote songs again—not for fame, but for healing.
He even visited Lila's family.
Told them the truth.
That he loved her.
That he failed her.
That he was sorry.
And slowly…
Piece by piece…
He forgave himself.
He also began working on a new project—a collaboration between music and fashion.
Inspired by Doris.
By their story.
He called it: Echoes II
And when Clara told him Doris was coming back?
He sent the letter.
Knowing no matter how things ended—
He wanted to fight for her.
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Conflict and Resolution
Later that week, during a rehearsal for the Echoes tour, Victor Hale appears uninvited.
Security lets him in, thinking he's part of the team.
Dante sees him first.
Tension thickens the air.
Doris notices.
They lock eyes.
He nods toward the hallway.
They both follow.
Victor stands alone now.
Smirking.
"So, you two are back together."
Doris crosses her arms. "What do you want?"
Victor sighs. "I wanted to offer you a deal."
Dante narrows his eyes. "We're not interested."
"I'm not trying to hurt anyone," Victor says. "I'm being forced out of the industry. My name is ruined. I just want to leave gracefully."
Doris looks at Dante.
Victor continues. "You can have everything. Just tell people I walked away. Don't drag my name through the mud."
Silence stretches.
Finally, Dante speaks.
"No more lies."
Victor flinches.
Dante adds, "But no more vengeance, either."
Victor nods slowly.
Then leaves without another word.
As he disappears, Doris turns to Dante.
"You really meant it."
He touches her face gently. "I meant everything."
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Fashion Show Finale
The big night arrives.
Paris.
The Echoes II fashion show.
The venue is breathtaking—candles, mirrors, and music composed by Dante himself.
Models walk the runway wearing pieces inspired by loss, love, rebirth.
Each dress tells a story.
Including one marked with gold embroidery shaped like musical notes.
Doris watches from backstage, heart pounding.
The audience gives a standing ovation.
Backstage, Dante finds her.
He leans close.
"You did it."
She smiles. "We did."
He brushes a thumb over her lips.
"I love you."
She kisses him softly.
"I love you too."
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Final Scenes and Emotional Closure
The next morning, Doris and Dante stand on a rooftop overlooking Paris.
The city sparkles beneath them.
She leans into him.
"I never thought I'd find you again."
He kisses her temple. "I never stopped looking."
She looks up at him.
"So… what happens now?"
He smirks. "We keep writing our song."
She laughs.
Then turns serious.
"I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"That this won't last."
He cups her face.
"It will."
"How do you know?"
He presses his forehead to hers.
"Because this isn't just one night in Soho anymore."
"It's every night."
She closes her eyes.
And holds on.
Because for the first time in her life…
She believes in forever.