Se connecterHenry’s hand was still warm on Andrea’s lower back when he returned from the quiet corner where he’d pulled his mother aside. The tension in his shoulders had eased a fraction, but his jaw was still tight. Eleanor had walked away with that same polished smile, yet the air around them felt thinner now, like the whole rooftop was holding its breath.Andrea tried to focus on the little plate of shrimp cocktails Mindy had thrust into her hands. “Eat something before you pass out from all that staring,” Mindy had ordered. “The crab puffs are actually decent. Rich people know how to cater.”Andrea poked at a canapé, her appetite gone. “Did she… say anything else after I walked away?”Henry leaned in, voice low and steady. “She’ll behave. For tonight, at least.” His thumb brushed a slow circle against her spine, the touch small but grounding. “You okay?”Before Andrea could answer, a deep, easy laugh cut through the jazz music behind them.“Moore! Finally, I was starting to think you’d fired
Chapter 44 – The Mother’s GazeMindy burst onto the rooftop like a gust of fresh air in a room heavy with perfume and polite laughter. Andrea spotted her instantly in a bright orange dress, heels clicking fast against the stone floor, hair a little windblown from the rush. The second their eyes met, Andrea felt her shoulders drop, tension easing just enough for her to breathe.Mindy made a beeline straight for her, arms already open. “There’s my girl!”They collided in a tight hug right in the middle of the crowd. Mindy squeezed hard, then pulled back just enough to grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Damn, girl. You look like a whole snack in that dress. I’m sure Henry’s wallet is crying happy tears right now.”Andrea laughed, the sound coming out real this time, not forced. “You’re very late. I was dying over here.”“Traffic was a nightmare,” Mindy said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “But I’m here now, ready to be your emotional support bestie and professional chaos agent.” Sh
The Summer Mixer hummed around them like a living thing-soft jazz drifting from the quartet, crystal glasses clinking, laughter rising and falling under strings of warm lights. The rooftop felt magical, the city skyline glittering beyond, but Andrea’s stomach was a tight knot.She stood beside Henry, smiling politely at the couple he was speaking with, nodding at their chatter about investments and travel. But her mind was spinning. Every few seconds her eyes flicked toward his mother across the room. The woman’s gaze kept landing on her-cool, assessing, lips pressed into a thin line that never quite became a real smile.She already hates me.Andrea’s fingers tightened around her clutch. The emerald dress suddenly felt too bright, too noticeable. She leaned toward Henry, her voice barely audible over the music. “I’m going to call Mindy real quick. She said she’d be here by now.”Henry nodded, brushing his thumb lightly over her lower back. “Take your time. I’ll be right here.”She slip
Andrea stared at Henry, the question still ringing in the quiet of the penthouse.“Will you be my date for the Summer Mixer tomorrow?"Her heart slammed against her ribs so hard it felt like it might crack. The words wouldn’t come. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, but nothing came out.Tomorrow.His parents would be there.The entire company would see them together.Everyone would know.What if they don’t like me?What if I embarrass him?What if this is moving too fast and I wake up one day feeling small again?The old fears crashed over her like cold water–Caleb’s voice in her head calling her boring, uptight and not enough. The way she had promised herself she would never let anyone make her feel that way again. And now here she was, in Henry’s arms after the most perfect night of her life, and everything suddenly felt terrifyingly real.Henry waited, patient as always, thumbs still stroking gentle circles over her knuckles. His eyes were soft, no pressure, just quiet hope.
Andrea woke slowly, cocooned in warmth. Henry’s arm was draped heavily across her waist, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath her cheek. The faint scent of last night lingered on his skin-candle wax, roses, and him. Rose petals were scattered across the sheets, a few stuck to her shoulder and his forearm.She didn’t move at first. She just listened to his heartbeat and let herself feel everything. Safe. Wanted. Terrified.Henry stirred, his hand sliding up her back in a slow, sleepy caress. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.Andrea tilted her face up. His eyes were half-lidded, hair messy, and the small smile on his lips was softer than anything she’d ever seen from him in the office. “Morning,” she whispered back.They stayed like that for a while, no rush, no words, just quiet breathing and gentle touches. Henry’s fingers traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder while she rested her palm over his heart. It felt dan
Andrea stood in the center of her transformed bedroom, fingertips still hovering over the diamond necklace resting against her collarbone. The room glowed around her-rose petals scattered across the silk sheets, candles flickering in soft clusters, the new cream walls and elegant chandelier turning the once-simple space into something intimate and breathtaking.Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat. She turned slowly to face Henry, her lips parting, voice soft but steady. “If you did all this just to make up for yesterday… then you’re 100% forgiven.”Henry’s dark eyes softened. For a moment he didn’t speak-he just looked at her, the corner of his mouth lifting in the gentlest smile she had ever seen. “I’m glad you’re happy.”Andrea’s cheeks burned. Before she could overthink it, before her nerves could pull her back, she stepped forward, rose onto her toes, and pressed her lips to his in a brief, shy kiss. It was quick and tentative. Her mouth barely lingered befor







