MasukLeon's POVDinner was served in courses, each plate arranged like a work of art. I barely tasted any of it. My attention was split between making conversation with my uncle Richard about quarterly projections and watching Anastasia navigate small talk with my cousin Melissa about wedding planning timelines.She was doing well. Better than I had expected, actually. Smiling at the right moments, laughing at jokes, asking polite questions that made her seem genuinely interested in the lives of people she had just met a few times. No one would have guessed she was terrified.But I could see it in the way her hand shook slightly when she reached for her water glass. In the way her smile did not quite reach her eyes when Aunt Patricia asked about our honeymoon plans. In the tension in her shoulders that had been building all evening.I reached under the table and found her hand, squeezing once. She squeezed back and some of the tension eased from her posture."Are you alright?" I asked quie
Anastasia's POV I spotted Leon across the room talking to a group of men in tuxedos. He looked completely at ease, gesturing with one hand while holding a glass of champagne in the other. This was his world. These were his people. He belonged here in a way I never would.As if sensing my gaze, he looked up and our eyes met across the crowded ballroom. He excused himself from his conversation and started making his way toward us."How are you holding up?" he asked when he reached us."Your grandmother has been introducing me to everyone in the city," I said."Not everyone. Just the important ones." Eleanor squeezed my arm. "She has been doing beautifully. Everyone is very impressed with her."Leon looked at me and something warm flickered in his expression. "Of course they are."Before I could respond, someone called Eleanor's name from across the room. She excused herself to greet a couple who had just arrived, leaving Leon and me standing together near one of the massive flower arra
Anastasia's POVThe flashing cameras were blinding.Leon kept his hand steady on my lower back as we walked down the red carpet toward the hotel entrance. Photographers called out his name from both sides, cameras clicking so fast it sounded like rain on a metal roof."Mr. Hart! Look this way!""Leon! Who is your date?""Miss! Miss, what is your name?"I tried to smile the way Leon had coached me to smile. Natural but not too wide. Confident but not arrogant. Like I belonged here among people who wore designer clothes as casually as I wore aprons."Just keep walking," Leon murmured near my ear. "You are doing great."We paused at a spot where the lighting was best and the photographers went crazy. Leon turned slightly toward me and I followed his lead, angling my body so we looked like a couple posing together instead of two people who happened to be standing in the same place."Beautiful couple!" someone shouted."One more! Give us one more!"Leon's hand pressed gently against my bac
Anastasia's POV I heard Leon's car pull up outside and my heart started racing. I grabbed my clutch and took one last look in the mirror, then headed downstairs.Leon was standing by his car when I stepped outside. He wore a perfectly tailored tuxedo that made him look like he was an FBI agent. His hair was styled just right and his shoes gleamed in the fading sunlight.He turned when I stepped out and gave me an appraising look, checking that everything was in place. "The salon did a good job," he said, walking toward me. "You look ready for the gala.""Thank you for arranging all of that. I never would have known where to go or what to ask for.""It was nothing." He opened the car door for me. "Just making sure we present the right image tonight."His tone was professional, almost businesslike. Like we were colleagues preparing for an important meeting rather than a couple going to a charity event together. The distance I had felt all week was still there, sitting between us like a
Anastasia's POV "The apartments on Riverside. Some developer bought it and is kicking everyone out to tear it down and build something new." She shook her head. "Twenty-three houses, just like that. No warning. Just a few weeks to get out.""That is terrible," I managed to say."It is the way of the world now. People with money can just push everyone else around and we are supposed to smile and take it." She took her pastries and left, still shaking her head.I stood behind the counter feeling sick. I used to live on Riverside Avenue, with Lucas. That was our address. If that entire area was being cleared out, he was one of the people getting evicted.No wonder he looked so angry this afternoon.But who would buy twenty-three houses just to evict everyone? It seemed needlessly cruel unless the developer really did have plans to build something new. Maybe it was just unfortunate timing for Lucas. Maybe it had nothing to do with him specifically.I tried to push it out of my mind as I
Anastasia's POVLeon had been distant for two days.He was not absent exactly. He still texted me good morning and good night. He still checked in to make sure the security team was doing their job. He still asked about the store and how I was preparing for the next stage of the competition. But something had changed between us and I could feel it in every short reply and every excuse he gave me about why he could not come by."I'm busy with meetings.""James needs me for something very urgent.""I'm orking late on a deal. I will see you at the gala."I told myself that everything was fine. That he really was just busy with work. And that I was reading too much meaning into it. But I could not shake the feeling that he was avoiding me and I did not know the reason why.Sara noticed my mood when she stopped by the bakery in the afternoon."You look worried," she said as she helped me arrange fresh pastries in the display case. "What is going on?""Nothing. Everything is fine.""Liar."







