Sinan and Seda Karakaya went on a honeymoon trip and hard days came to Passionissa and Sapphire. Left for a while without partners, Omer and Defne were overwhelmed with work. In Passionis, there was an intensive production of footwear, while Sapphire was preparing for its first exhibition in Ankara and was making jewelry for the Baisal retail chain.

It so happened that the boundaries between the two firms were blurred. Employees of both companies went to the rescue of each other in difficult situations, and no one grumbled that this was not his job. Koray, along with the faithful Ozzy, filmed a catalog of Sapphire for the exhibition. Fortunately, for this, female models were not needed. But with light and shadow, the ingenious photographer worked masterfully, and the jewelry in the photos looked like masterpieces worthy of queens.

Laura helped Omer resolve the issues with the store and threw up a couple of ideas that turned out to be very effective. Zubeyir, although he looked depressed, worked very hard. Both Sapphire and Passionis have even forgotten when they last had software problems. Neriman meekly brought organic meals from a trendy restaurant to the large staff of the firms. At some point, she didn't care which of her acquaintances, what he thought or said. After the first shock, she started to like her job. For the first time in her life, she felt that she was useful. And it was cool. Only one thing saddened Neriman - separation from her husband and the fact that with all her efforts, Defne avoided her and refused to make friends. How many times the gorgeous Nero called her to drink coffee or go shopping, but her daughter-in-law refused each time, citing her busyness and workload. But is this the reason? Defne is her mistress and can easily push work aside. Although ... she is as much of a maniac at work as Omer, with a sad sigh recognized Neriman. The Almighty has already connected them! They probably only talk about work in the bedroom.

But here Neriman was wrong. Crossing the threshold of the house, Omer and Defne put their work aside and enjoyed each other's company. They dined in the garden under an old apple tree. Sitting in rocking chairs on the wide terrace, they watched the sunset, watched movies, and laughed a lot. It seemed to Omer that he had never laughed so much in his life as in those eight months with Defne. It seemed to her that for some unknown merits, heaven gave her a life that she did not even dream of. Because she had never seen as much love, tenderness, and care as Omer gave her. Even from her grandmother and Esra. Defne bathed in this love and enjoyed every minute.

In the mornings, Omer played sports in the courtyard, and she, without hesitation, admired him from the balcony. He was so agile, strong, swift. And when he pulled off a wet T-shirt and, casually throwing it aside, began to do exercises on the horizontal bar, Defne forgot to breathe. And for the millionth time, with a sigh, she admitted that her husband was the most handsome man in the world and she was head over heels in love with him.

One day he pulled her into the pool. He persuaded her and she reluctantly agreed. She put on a swimsuit. Holding her belly and leaning on his hand, she entered the cool water. She swam a couple of laps and felt herself in seventh heaven. The pain in her back that had been tormenting her lately subsided, and even her own body, caught in the water, no longer seemed to her heavy and cumbersome. Omer swam up to her and, holding her behind her back, said:

- Lie down and relax. Do not be afraid, I will hold you.

Defne lay down on the water and closed her eyes. And then she felt Omer's other hand cover her belly. Emine happily kicked under it. But as always. Father and daughter had an invisible bond. As soon as he touched Defne's belly and spoke, the baby answered with a cheerful knock, which endlessly delighted mommy and touched daddy. He cooed with his daughter and promised that he would love her as much as her mother. But Defne secretly hoped he was wrong. That Omer will love Emine much more than she does herself. Because it will be right. She is their child, a precious bead, more important than which there is nothing in the world. And she must be the most beloved!

From that day on, swimming in the pool has become an obligatory evening ritual and a great pleasure. Defne even ceased to be ashamed of her growing belly. Omer adored it so much that she, too, believed in the beauty of her pregnancy.

Nearby, behind a fence entwined with blooming wisteria, Ahtem and Laura enjoyed their hard-won happiness. For them, nothing was more important than each other. They did not hesitate to love openly and show their feelings. They adored the time spent alone, their home, and their life.

Ahtem was finishing work on the sapphire necklace. Defne was worried if her plans would turn out exactly as she had imagined. But when the work was completed and presented to her judgment, she could not contain a sigh of delight. The necklace was not just beautiful. It was mesmerizing. It seemed that the gliding of stars on the surface of cabochons could be watched forever.

Koray, seeing the necklace, said that velvet is not an assistant here. Such flawless beauty must be captured on beautiful, snow-white skin. And he looked sideways at Defne. She rolled her eyes but didn't mind. And there were new photographs from which Omer went crazy. Koray was able to catch the unearthly light that emanated from Defne's eyes. The sapphires on her breasts accentuated it and shone with stars.

They looked at the photographs in Omer's office. Koray, Defne, Laura, and the owner himself.

- The skinny girl is a model from God, - said Koray and capriciously rebuked Omer: - If you were not so greedy and jealous, not guarding her like a hawk, then the girl could have made a dizzying career!

- But what does this have to do with Omer! - Defne was indignant. - I did not want and do not want to be a model. It's one thing to demonstrate Omer's work or my own, but to make it a profession and live the life of a model, - Defne winced. - No! Never and never!

- Ay, you silly! - Koray shouted at her and, dreamily staring at the ceiling, made an artistic gesture with his hand. - You could shine on the Paris catwalks. To spin the heads of the most famous and richest men! To fly like a butterfly from party to party.

Omer even clenched his teeth at such an outrageous offer and was about to order Koray to shut up, but Defne was ahead of him. She narrowed her eyes and snorted like an angry cat.

- I like my life! I don't want parties, catwalks, and glamour. I am not like this!

- Exactly, that is so! - Angrily shouted Koray at her and, ignoring the warning look of Omer, began to be indignant: - Well, Allah should have endowed the girl with such beauty, such an aura, and light and not give a single drop of practical brains!

- Koray! - Omer barked unable to bear it. - Get down to business! You still have to bring the catalog to mind.

- Ay!!! Boring! - The director gave Iplikci a contemptuous look and turned to Laura, choking with laughter: - Countess! Well them, these bores! Let's go to my office. I'll send Nero for some cakes, we would work on the catalog and gossip! - Laura's eyes widened. She tried to object, but Koray pulled her hand and loudly ordered: - Let's go!

She just had time to shrug and send Iplikci an apologetic look when she was pulled out of the office by the hand.

- Koray! Careful! Laura is pregnant! Omer shouted after him.

When it was closed, the door opened again and the head of the director-photographer stuck through it. He gave Omer a haughty look and declared:

"That's why I'm leading the Countess to eat cakes." And you feed the skinny pregnant woman with the talk only!

The door returned to its place. Shocked, Omer looked at the laughing Defne.

- Well, what am I to do with him? He asked, confused.

"What you did," she advised cheerfully. - Take him as he is.

Omer pulled her by the hand. A teasing smile touched his lips.

- Mrs. Iplikci, are you always so wise?

She shrugged lightly and replied:

- Mr. Iplikci, although I do not have a single drop of the practical brain, I do have an impractical one.

Omer laughed and kissed her smart head.

- How good that your brain is impractical! I love it, "he said. - But in one thing Koray is right - I feed you with talk, and you need normal food, - he pulled Defne by the hand to the door, - Let's go to the pastry shop. You will choose what your heart desires.

***

The Starry Night necklace was also finished in Turkish gold. Looking closely at the decoration, Hussein Chatay smiled a predatory smile and turned to his wife:

- The show begins! Stocking up on popcorn and front row tickets!

- Did you give the video recordings to Cengiz? - Interrupting his enthusiastic speeches, Hazal asked irritably.

"Yes, don't worry," Chatay hastened to calm her down. - Your ex-girlfriend will get bogged down seriously. By the way, the recordings clearly show that she enters your office empty-handed, and leaves with a package. Iron proof.

Hazal smiled a satisfied, devilish smile. Punishing Mirai, trampling her was more important to her than anything else. Even more important than money and a luxurious life. Once she succeeded, which means she will succeed again.

"Okay," she casually praised her husband, but the next moment her voice turned to steel. - One more thing - after the exhibition and our performance, we will say goodbye to Laila. This girl annoys me.

"As you say, my life," he agreed. - In order not to break the plan, we need to hold her until the exhibition. And then we'll kick her out.

- Another whole month! Hazal's eyes flashed with impatience. - How to wait and not get nervous?

"Just a month," her husband corrected. "One month and we'll get Sapphire out of our way.

"And we'll trample Mirai," she added gloatingly.

***

The Karakaya spouses returned from their honeymoon trip refreshed and tanned. All questions from friends were answered with mysterious smiles and short excuses that Bali is beautiful and they had a great time. Sinan's expression became so blissfully silly that Omer began to seriously fear if his friend could fully return to work.

- We shipped consignments of shoes to Italy and Spain. Croatia is next in turn, - Omer reported on the state of affairs in the firm. Sinan, propping his cheek on his hand, gazed dreamily past him and did not hear a single word. The partner snapped his fingers near his nose and called: - Hey! Friend! Get down from heaven to earth! We work here.

Sinan smiled confusedly.

- I'm sorry, brother! I've been flying in the clouds since the wedding.

"Fly on and on," Omer said graciously. "But sometimes land. The work itself will not be done. And there is a lot of it.

"You're right," Sinan agreed and shook his head comically. - I postpone the flights until the evening and get to work. Do you say Croatia is next in line? I'll take care of it. Do not worry.

Defne, Laura, and Seda were resting in the nursery. They took a little break for themselves, and it was this lovely room that was the place where peace of mind was best restored. Laura and Seda sat on the sofa, sipping pomegranate juice, while Defne, holding her big belly with her hand, wandered around the crib. Examining the headboard and chiseled railings, she smiled an unconscious, touching smile.

- Do you already imagine Emine in it? Laura asked.

Defne was embarrassed and, nodding, asked:

- Is it so noticeable?

- As if you wrote it on your forehead, - confirmed Seda and turned to Laura: - By the way, yesterday someone was in a hurry for an ultrasound scan. And what did it show? Who are we waiting for?

Defne left the crib alone and also stared at her friend with curiosity. Laura smiled broadly, shrugged, and answered:

- Boy.

- A-ah! - The friends shouted in one voice and rushed to hug her.

- Boy! - Defne rejoiced. - Ahtem, probably is in seventh heaven?

"Yes," Laura said. - Although until the last moment he did not know who he wanted more, a boy or a girl. But now the son is a confirmed fact and he is making plans for his upbringing with might and main.

- And you? Seda asked her. - Are you making plans?

"No," Laura said. Her eyes shone with warm light. - I don't want to be a strict parent. I want to love him. Very much.

"But you can't get away from education either," Seda said judiciously.

"Upbringing is our behavior," Laura said philosophically. - Our children will behave exactly like us.

- Then your baby from the cradle will be a refined aristocrat. Like you, - Defne laughed. - But funny and good-natured, like Ahtem.

- And your Emine - a girl-sun with Omer's impeccable manners, - Laura answered her tone.

The pregnant girls laughed merrily.

- And mine? - Not supporting their laughter, Seda asked fearfully.

- Are you pregnant?! - Defne and Laura shouted with delight.

"I don't know," she admitted honestly. - But I'm wondering what your theory is about Sinan and me?

"If it is a boy will be reckless, confident in himself and his powers, clever," Defne immediately assured her.

- And if it is a girl, - Laura supported her - then a cute flirt with the intellect of a prodigy.

- Wow! Seda laughed. - I don't even know who I want more!

- Maybe two at once? - recalled the conversation at the wedding Defne. - Sinan will be happy!

"Me too," Seda admitted.

"Our children will be wonderful," Laura said dreamily.

"It doesn't matter what they will be," Defne said seriously. - The main thing is that they will grow in love and joy. In complete families where they love each other. Where there are support and care, - bitterness sounded in her voice. "Mom and Dad will never leave them.

- Parents will not break life, - Laura supported her. "They will accept any choice and stand up for their child like a mountain," tears flashed in her eyes. - We'll be like that, right? She asked the girls with touching doubt.

"Yes," Defne promised. - We will be like that. The most loving.

Ahtem, who looked to them five minutes later, found the girls crying sobbing. Frightened, he jumped into the nursery and darted between them.

- What's wrong with you? What happened? Who offended you? Just tell me! I will kill the impudent!

Laura took his hand and smiled through her tears.

"We'll be the best moms and dads," she explained.

- A-ah! - Not understanding anything, Ahtem stretched out in confusion, but supported his wife: - Of course we will! The very best! Now wipe away your tears and go to work. The catalog is ready. We need to make an inventory of jewelry for the exhibition.

By the end of the week, the inventory was ready. As well as a collection, and a catalog, and an advertising video. A showcase and introductory brochures with Sapphire's coordinates were ordered. Special cases-safes were purchased for transportation of jewelry. Sapphire, even in the smallest detail, was fully prepared for its first exhibition.

Two weeks before its start, the co-owners and directors of the firm gathered for a meeting in Defne's office.

- Everything is ready! - She reported with excitement. - The exhibition opens on June 8th. The seventh participants must be in place. All stands must be installed by five in the evening. We will not put it off until the last day. Ahtem, Laura, Seda, you take off on the fifth and calmly do everything you need. The hotel is already booked and the plane tickets too.

- I am flying with Seda, - Sinan informed everyone.

"Great," Defne agreed. - One more hand and head will not be superfluous.

- I would also like to go, - said Deniz Tranba, - but Iz feels bad and I cannot leave her alone.

He looked worried and depressed. His wife's toxicosis was not going to give up positions and Deniz himself was exhausted to look at her suffering. Omer patted his hand sympathetically and said:

- Stay with Iz. Ahtem, Sinan, and the girls will do a great job on their own. I won't go either. I'll stay with Defne, - he looked at his wife with tenderness. She answered him with a grateful smile and both forgot where they were for a couple of seconds.

- Hey! They are stuck! - Sinan was indignant. - We are at work now! Stop hovering in the clouds!

Defne was embarrassed and blushed. Omer looked at his partner and mockingly said:

"We've landed, brother. Do not be indignant.

After lunch, Omer called Mert into his office.

- How is your preparation for exams? - asked, and Mert reported:

- It is all right! I'm getting ready. And I help Kumru. She missed a lot.

- Well done, - Omer praised him and took out three boxes from the closet. "I have a special assignment for you. Deliver these boxes to Nisa, Kumru, and Dila. They are signed. But don't put it off until tomorrow. Deliver today.

- Shoes for the prom! Mert guessed. - Great! Kumru will be very happy. She was going to wear the old ones in your design. And having received new ones, she will jump with happiness. I'll take them right now!

"Have a nice day," Omer wished him.

As soon as Mert left the office of the big boss, Nazlican intercepted him.

- Mert! It's good that I caught you. Run to Sapphire. Defne wants to see you.

Surprised at such synchronicity between husband and wife, the boy put the boxes in a large backpack and ran to Sapphire.

- Hi! - Defne was delighted to see him. - How is your preparation for exams?

"Okay," he replied, and honestly tried to contain his laughter. These two even ask the same questions. - I'm getting ready. And I help Kumru. She missed a lot.

- Well done, - Defne praised him and took out three flat boxes from the cabinet. "I have a special assignment for you. Deliver these boxes to Nisa, Kumru, and Dila. They are signed. But don't put it off until tomorrow. Deliver today.

Mert broke down and burst out laughing. Defne looked at him in surprise and asked what was so funny she inadvertently said.

"Nothing," he replied choking on a laugh. - Just five minutes ago, Mr. Omer said the same word for word! - Winking cheerfully, he asked: - Do you always say the same phrases?

Defne remembered what she had said, and her eyes flashed with curiosity.

- Omer made shoes for the girls and gave them to you to deliver to the address? - she guessed and pleadingly brought her brows together: - Mert, show me! Otherwise, I will die of curiosity.

- Only because you are pregnant, Carrot, - he muttered and began to take boxes out of his backpack. - Pregnant women cannot be denied.

- You are a sweetheart! - Defne blew him a kiss and opened the boxes. Staring in delight at their contents, she gasped and gently touched the exquisite shoes with her fingertips. - Oh, how beautiful! The girls will love it! Let's do it! She put her cases on top of the shoes and closed the boxes with lids. - Give it to the girls and tell them to be the most beautiful and the happiest at the prom!

"Definitely," Mert promised.

That evening in big Istanbul, three girls who walked through the seven circles of hell laughed with happiness and danced around the room. Their feet were adorned with the most beautiful shoes in the world, and on their necks and ears were jewelry that was worthy of princesses.