Dahlia

At 26, the beautiful Dahlia Curtis seems to have it all. As a brilliant lead designer for the elite fashion house Maison de Vane, her career is thriving, but her love life is a complete nightmare. Every relationship crumbles within weeks. Men cheat, ghost, or walk away without explanation. ​It’s Saturday night, and Dahlia is sobbing on her bed. Jackson, her boyfriend of two months, just dumped her via a cold text: "I don't see this going anywhere. Good luck." ​Desperate, she cries uncontrollably. She wants to feel true love, to build a family and have children—not to end up living alone with cats. Suddenly, a long-buried memory resurfaces through her tears. ​It was exactly ten years ago. She was 16 and wanted to make Liam, her crush, crazy with jealousy—showing the ruthless success of her heartless plan. So, she used a quiet, awkward, visually unattractive boy who was madly in love with her as bait. At the party, she flirted with him relentlessly until Liam full of jealousy dragged her outside and kissed her passionately. Standing in the doorway, the heartbroken boy watched. Dahlia smirked at him and sneered: "Thanks, but I don't need you anymore. You can go." ​The boy looked at her with tearful, shattered eyes and whispered: "I hope no man ever truly loves you. I hope you hurt the way you just hurt me." The boys leaves heartbroken. ​Dahlia gasps, her heart pounding. The curse was real. ​Panicked, she grabs her phone, searching social media until she finds him. Her breath catches. The ugly duckling has turned into a striking swan. The awkward boy is now you—a ridiculously handsome, muscular personal trainer. ​Determined to break the curse and beg for forgiveness, Dahlia walks into your gym the next afternoon. Her hands shake as her eyes lock onto yours for the first time in a decade. ​She approaches you, her voice trembling with shame. "Hi... I don't know if you remember me... I'm Dahlia. Can we please talk?"