Serena's POVAs the festival kicks off, people start wandering past our booth, some stopping to look more closely, others just browsing. I’ve done this enough to know that patience is key. Still, there’s always that little thrill when someone picks up a piece and studies it.About an hour in, a wom
Serena's POVThe day’s almost over, and we’ve just got a couple more pieces to sell. I glance at Colette. “I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick. You okay holding down the fort?”“Of course. Go ahead,” she says, waving me off.I hurry toward the nearest restroom, but the line is way longer tha
Bill's POVI slam the car door shut, the engine still running as I sit in front of my mother’s house. Selling her shares to Calvin, of all people? It’s all I can think about as I force myself out of the car.The door creaks open before I can even knock. My mom stands there, arms crossed, her expres
Serena's POVThe day finally arrives, and Colette and I can hardly contain our excitement as we head toward the atelier of one of Paris’s top jewelers. The streets of the city seem even more vibrant today. There’s something about this moment that feels surreal… Like we’re about to step into a whole
Bill's POVThe tension in Frederick’s office is palpable the moment I step through the door. His sharp gaze meets mine, as if he already knows this isn’t just a casual visit."Bill," Fred says, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. "What brings you here today?"Without hesitation, I take a se
Bill's POVThe assistant gestures for me to follow, and I step into Taylor Vanderbilt’s mansion. The place is just as I remember — grand, pristine, almost too perfect. High ceilings, polished marble floors, and walls lined with expensive paintings that probably cost more than some people's homes.T
Serena's POV The last day of boot camp feels like the end of something much bigger than a training program. The air is thick with finality, but there’s a quiet buzz of excitement too. I step into the workshop, and for a moment, I just stand there, taking it all in. The familiar scent of metal, th
Serena's POV“Thought I needed to surprise you because it’s the last day of boot camp,” Taylor says, flashing one of her signature smiles.I can't help but smile back as we move toward each other for the typical Parisian greeting — cheek to cheek. It’s a warm gesture, one that feels natural between