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
Serena’s POV"I'll cut straight to the point," Fabiana begins. "I'm really interested in working with you. Your summer collection has caught the eye of several of my celebrity clients — they're eager to wear your pieces."“Oh, wow,” I say, stunned. “That’s incredible! I never imagined when we starte
Bill’s POV"Who's in charge over there?" I ask, leaning back in my chair, phone pressed to my ear. It’s been a long day, but Serena asked for a recommendation, and I’m not about to let her down.There’s a pause on the other end of the line before a voice responds, “That would be Greg Larson, sir. He
Serena’s POVI walk into Bill’s study, hoping he can help clear my head. Last time we talked, his advice really got me thinking differently, and maybe he can work that magic again. But as soon as I step in, I notice something’s off. He’s sitting at his desk, looking tense and frustrated, like he’s
Serena's POVI take a look in the mirror, almost not recognizing myself. The lavender dress flows down to the floor, fitting perfectly over my baby bump. It’s more elegant than anything I’ve worn in a while.The jewelry from our summer collection really completes the look. The necklace, a delicate g
Serena's POVThe moment we step inside the venue, I’m hit with a wave of energy. The rooftop has been transformed into something out of a dream. String lights drape across the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the entire space. The DJ is set up near the bar, spinning tracks that keep the vi
Bill’s POV"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the visionary behind tonight’s stunning collection — Serena Nixon!"The host's words ring out across the venue, and all eyes turn toward Serena as she steps onto the stage. I watch her closely, noticing the slight tremble in her hands as she adjusts t
Bill’s POVThe party's in full swing, but all I can think about is Serena standing next to me, looking like she’s still processing everything that just happened. The announcement, the applause — it’s all starting to sink in. I figure now’s the perfect time to talk.“So,” I say with a playful smirk,
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
Serena’s POVThe cheers and clapping swell around us as Bill and I walk back down the aisle, hand in hand. I can’t stop smiling, and from the way his thumb brushes over mine, I know he’s feeling the same. The sun warms my skin, the sand is soft under my bare feet, and for the first time in what feel
Bill’s POVThe officiant starts talking, but honestly, I barely hear a word. Serena is standing so close to me now, her hand in mine, and that’s all I can focus on. She looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters, her eyes shining with something I don’t even know how to put into words. It’s ov