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 moment Fabi leads me away from Bill and Calvin, I’m hit with the overwhelming buzz of the party. It’s like walking into a whirlwind of glitz and glamour, and I can’t help but feel a bit starstruck. Everywhere I turn, there’s someone famous or influential — a face I’ve only ever see
Serena’s POVAdam hasn’t changed much. Maybe a bit more refined, but still carrying that same easy confidence. Seeing him now brings back memories in college. “So, how do you two know each other?” Fabi asks, her gaze flicking between us.I exchange a look with Adam before smiling. “Actually, we go
Stevie’s POVI can’t remember how we got from the bar to the elevator, but I know I’ve been kissing Calvin like my life depends on it. His hands are everywhere—my waist, my ass, tangled in my hair. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this. It’s all-consuming, messy, and so goddamn good. By the
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