.*Title: Purple Heart, A Soul* _Genre: ChickLit / Realistic Urban Romance_---*Chapter 1: The Purple Envelope*Favour never believed in love at first sight. She believed in deadlines. In rent. In the ₦50k target she had to hit every month from her digital marketing side hustle. So when the purple envelope landed on her desk at work, she almost threw it away. “Favour,” her boss said. “This came for you. No return address. Just ‘Purple Hearts in Seoul’ written on it.”Inside was a green ribbon. And a note.> _I saw how you handled that difficult client today. > You have a purple heart. Strong, but soft. > Dinner? 7pm. Korean restaurant, Ikeja. > - B_B. BTS. The new Korean client her company was handling. Tall, quiet, and always in green shirts. He’d been in Lagos for 3 months to open a branch. And for 3 months, Favour had pretended not to notice the way he watched her presentations.She shouldn’t go. But her heart was already purple. And curious.That night, she wore her green dress. The one she bought for her friend’s wedding and never used. She told herself it was just business. When she got to the restaurant, he was already there. Two plates of bibimbap. One candle. And that same green ribbon, now tied around a small box.“Did I scare you with the note?” he asked, smiling. “A little,” Favour admitted. “But my soul needed to see what was inside the box.”He slid it across the table. Inside was not jewelry. Not money. It was a business card. But not his. Hers. Redesigned. With “Favour | Digital Marketing & Storyteller” written in gold.“I read your stories online,” BTS said softly. “You write like someone with a purple heart. You make people feel seen. I want to invest in that soul.”Favour’s eyes watered. Nobody had ever called her soul purple before.Outside, Lagos traffic was loud. Inside, for the first time, her heart was quiet.Maybe this was the beginning of something. Or maybe it was just dinner.But the purple envelope changed everything.---*To be continued...*--