LOGINThe moment they stepped off the water taxi, Venice wrapped itself around Andrea like a dream she was afraid to wake from.Sunlight danced across the canal, turning the water into liquid gold. Ancient buildings leaned toward one another as if sharing secrets, their reflections trembling gently on the surface. The air carried the sharp tang of saltwater mixed with sun-warmed stone, old wood, and something faintly sweet–perhaps flowers spilling from a windowsill somewhere above them. Narrow bridges arched gracefully overhead, and the distant sound of footsteps and soft Italian conversation drifted through the maze of alleys.Andrea stood frozen on the dock, one hand still gripping Henry’s. Her breath caught.“Oh my God,” she whispered.Henry wasn’t looking at the city. He was watching her; the way her eyes widened, the way her lips parted in quiet awe. A small, tender smile played at the corner of his mouth.“You like it?” he asked, voice low.“Like it?” Andrea turned to him, eyes shinin
The penthouse was quiet as Henry and Andrea packed for Italy. Their suitcases lay open on the bed, clothes being carefully folded and placed inside. Andrea moved slower than usual, her exhaustion from the wedding day catching up with her.Henry was in the closet, pulling out clothes for the trip, when they heard the intercom buzzer."Mr. Moore, your driver is here," the doorman said. "He says there's a package that arrived for you before you leave."Henry and Andrea exchanged a glance."A package? We've already received all the wedding gifts," Andrea said, confused."I don't know, sir," the doorman said. "But he says it's a package you’d like.""Send him up," Henry said.A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Henry opened it to find their driver holding a large, beautifully wrapped box."This arrived about an hour ago," the driver said, handing it over. "The concierge said it was important you have it before you left for the airport."Henry took the box, frowning. "Do you
By 10 PM, the reception was in full swing but the energy had shifted into something more intimate and relaxed. The dancing had slowed, people were mingling more, conversations were deeper. That's when the photographer called everyone together for family photos. Richard gathered the family—Eleanor, Sofia, Grandma Grace, Slyvia, Rowan, Mindy, Marcus, Henry, and Andrea. They arranged themselves carefully, Henry with his arm around Andrea, Sofia beside him, Eleanor next to Richard. Slyvia, Mindy, Rowan and Marcus, positioned themselves on each sides too. Grandma Grace stood in the center, the matriarch of it all. "One more," the photographer said. "All together. Big smiles." They smiled, and the camera clicked. It was a beautiful moment captured this family–fractured and healing, coming together for love. After the photos, Father Michael stood and tapped his glass to get everyone’s attention. The room quieted. "So, I've known Henry since he was a boy," Father Michael began, his voic
Henry and Andrea were still dancing under the soft lights when Marcus spotted Mindy across the room. She had her clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the ballroom as she spoke quietly with one of the servers, making sure every detail was perfect.He excused himself from his conversation and walked over to her.“Hey, girlfriend,” he said warmly, gently touching her elbow.Mindy turned, and her whole face brightened the moment she saw him. “Marcus, hi. I was just…”“You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” he said, his voice low and sincere as his eyes swept over her.Mindy blushed immediately, that familiar giddy smile spreading across her face. Even though they had been together for a while now, his compliments still made her heart flutter like it was the first time.“Thank you, baby,” she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I really need to check on the…”“I’ve missed you,” Marcus interrupted gently. “I’ve barely seen you or had any real time with you all day. You’v
Andrea nodded, smiling brightly as she opened her mouth. He fed her the bite gently, watching with adoration as she tasted it. The crowd cooed and clapped. Not one to be outdone, Andrea took the fork, scooped a generous piece, and held it up to Henry’s lips. At the last second, she “accidentally” smeared a bit of frosting on the tip of his nose. Henry blinked in surprise, then burst out laughing. “You did that on purpose!” The crowd erupted in delighted laughter and applause, phones flashing everywhere. Andrea giggled. “Maybe. You look cute with frosting on your nose.” “You little troublemaker,” he murmured, wiping the frosting off with his finger before stealing a quick, sugary kiss from her lips. Andrea laughed against his mouth as the guests cheered louder. They shared the rest of the slice with each other, feeding one another more carefully this time, lost in their own little world while flashes continued and happy tears were wiped away by family members. A short wh
The reception was held in the hotel ballroom, transformed into something magical. Soft lighting, flowers everywhere, tables draped in ivory and gold. The bar was open, the DJ was setting up, and the energy was pure celebration. Henry and Andrea made their entrance as a married couple for the first time. The crowd stood and applauded as they walked hand-in-hand to their table at the front. Andrea was glowing, Henry couldn't stop looking at her like he still couldn't believe she was his wife. Grandma Grace and Aunt Slyvia were seated at the family table, dabbing their eyes with a tissue and beaming with pride. Eleanor and Richard were beside them, and Sofia was already laughing at something Marcus had said. The appetizers came first—passed around on trays by servers who looked sharp and elegant in their custom uniforms. Henry kept his hand on Andrea's back, introducing her to family members who came by to congratulate them. She smiled and hugged people, but her eyes kept finding hi
Henry’s ash Toyota land Cruiser screeched to a stop in front of the modest brick building on 14th Street, right outside Apartment 21. The engine was still rumbling when Mindy burst through the front door, coat half-on, hair flying behind her. She didn’t wait for him to get out. She yanked the passe
The jazz band switched to a slower, softer melody, and the rooftop felt a little less like a battlefield. Marcus had wandered off with Henry for ten minutes to fix the lighting cue, leaving Andrea and Mindy alone at the high-top table again. Mindy was still grinning, scrolling through her phone lik
She rode the elevator up to the penthouse alone, thighs still clenched from the conference room. Every step in the lobby had been torture; the black dress that had felt like armor this morning now rubbed against her swollen clit like punishment. She could still feel Henry’s fingers—thick, relentles
Her first official day as Henry Moore's personal assistant started at exactly 8:00 AM the next day.She arrived ten minutes early, coffee in hand and her game face on. Lindsay's desk was hers now, it was right outside Henry's office, quite pristine but empty except for a computer, phone, and a sing







