Serena’s POVIt’s the day of the summer collection launch, and the shop is buzzing with excitement. Interns are hurrying around, making last-minute adjustments, and Stevie’s doing her usual thing, keeping everyone on track. The displays are all set, and the jewelry looks amazing under the lights.I
Bill's POVI push aside the usual work stuff for a bit to check my phone. Right now, I’m glued to the screen, checking out updates from Serena’s summer collection launch. The posts keep coming in, and I can’t help but feel proud of her.Taylor’s been all over I*******m, sharing posts and reposting c
Bill's POVThe shareholders are listening closely, nodding as I walk them through the progress we’ve made — new training programs, leadership initiatives, and the early signs of a stronger company culture.“We’ve seen a measurable improvement in employee engagement,” I say, clicking to the next slid
Bill's POV“Alright, Calvin,” I say, keeping my voice steady, but firm. “What's your deal?”I watch him closely, trying to read his expression, but it’s like a blank slate. No smirk, no raised eyebrow — just an unreadable mask.Calvin never does anything without a reason, and right now, I’m left gue
Serena's POVThe summer collection has been a huge success. I can hardly believe it, but we sold out everything in just three days. The shop has been packed since the launch, and our online orders have been through the roof. Every piece we worked so hard on is now in the hands of excited customers,
Serena's POVStevie and I walk into the meeting room, feeling excited and nervous. The anticipation has been building ever since Marjorie hinted at something big during our last conversation. Now, we’re about to find out what it is. Taylor and Marjorie are already seated at the table, both of them
Bill’s POVThe numbers on the screen blur as I stare at them, my mind racing with a dozen different scenarios. Calvin’s next move is coming, and I’m not about to be caught off guard. I’ve been reviewing every angle, tightening the company’s defenses, and making sure there are no weak spots he can e
Serena’s POVIn her usual high-energy mode, Stevie is pacing around the shop, hands waving as she describes her vision for the party. It’s impossible not to get caught up in her enthusiasm.“So, here’s the plan,” Stevie says, her eyes sparkling excitedly. “We’re not just throwing any party. We’re in
Calvin’s POVThe bar is quieter than the reception, but the burn of whiskey in my glass is no match for the fire still coursing through me. Dancing with Stevie was supposed to be a distraction, a little fun. But now? Now I can’t stop thinking about the way her body felt pressed against mine. The way
Bill’s POVThe door to our suite clicks shut behind us, muffling the sounds of the party still in full swing downstairs. I glance at Serena, who’s already kicking off her shoes with a sigh of relief. Her smile is tired but genuine, and I can’t help but stare for a second. She’s still in her dress, t
Serena’s POVThe reception is in full swing, and I’m mid-laugh at one of Bill’s dry jokes when something catches my eye. I glance toward the dance floor, taking in the swirling crowd, and then I see it. I freeze mid-sentence, my smile faltering. “Why is Stevie grinding on Calvin?” The words slip out
Stevie’s POVThe second we step onto the dance floor, I realize I’ve made a mistake. Calvin doesn’t just dance — he moves like he’s got something to prove, and my body is all too willing to keep up. His hand slides to my waist, firm and deliberate, pulling me close enough that I feel the heat radiat
Stevie’s POVThere’s something about an open bar and a wedding dress code that just makes people lose their damn minds, and honestly? I’m here for it. After my speech, I’ve earned the right to let loose, and by let loose, I mean dance like a maniac and drink just enough to get tipsy, not trashed. Th
Calvin’s POVThe whiskey glass feels cool against my hand, the amber liquid catching the light as I swirl it lazily. The clinking ice is oddly comforting, a quiet sound in contrast to the laughter and music filling the reception. I’m sitting at the bar, a little removed from the crowd. It’s better t
Serena’s POVThe lights dim, and the chatter of the reception quiets as the opening notes of "Crazier" by Taylor Swift float through the air. Bill takes my hand, his grip steady, and leads me to the center of the dance floor. The spotlight feels warm, but it’s nothing compared to the way he’s looki
Stevie’s POVThe mic feels heavier in my hand than I expected, which is dumb because it’s a mic, not a damn kettlebell. I stand in the middle of the reception, the crowd staring at me like I’m about to announce the next lottery numbers. My palms are sweaty, but there’s no way I’m letting anyone kno
Bill’s POVThe sand is warm beneath me, even as the day starts to cool. Serena’s hand is in mine, her fingers soft and familiar, like they were always meant to fit there. Collin is a few feet away, crouched in the sand and completely in his own world. He’s got a bucket in one hand and a tiny shovel