เข้าสู่ระบบ"Stop."
My voice comes out harder than I planned — sharp enough that the two guys carrying my costume rack actually freeze mid-step, caught between my command and Felicity's.
I step forward, planting myself between them and the door.
"Put it down," I say. To them. Then I turn to Felicity. "I filed the application at seven this morning. I have the permit. I have the key. For the next two weeks, this auditorium is assigned to my team. So I'm going to need you to take
The room is completely different with two hundred people in it.The same walls, the same angled ceiling fixtures, the same crystal elements built into the corners — but what felt strange and slightly off when I was alone becomes theatrical with an audience. The light plays differently against so many bodies, catching fabric and jewelry and the whites of expectant eyes. The space smells like perfume and champagne and the specific, charged energy of people who have been promised something extraordinary and are positioned to receive it.The guide stands at the front, remote in hand, looking exactly like a man about to deliver the final act of a very expensive evening.
I planned to avoid her.The plan lasted approximately forty-five seconds after I reached the second floor.I hear the click of heels before I see her, and by the time Mia Stone appears in the corridor I've already turned toward the door of the empty room I accidentally wandered into. I'm moving. I'm leaving. I have every intention of making this easy for both of us."Stop."The word lands with enough authority that my feet actually obey it before my brain weighs in. I stop. I turn. I look at her and she looks at me and the hallway between us is small and the November cold f
George catches Mia's wrist.Not roughly. Not dramatically. The clean, certain grip of someone who has been doing this for years and is done watching it go too far."Mia." His voice is different from anything I've heard from him before. The composure is still there, but beneath it something has shifted — something that is not professional, is not gentle, is a person reaching the exact bottom of what he's willing to overlook for the sake of someone he loves. "If this continues, go back to LA."He releases her arm.Mia Stone stares at him.
Mia Stone doesn't follow me into the elevator.I know because I watch the door close and my own reflection watch me back, and then the floors tick upward and the lobby disappears. I let out a slow breath.She's a top-tier client at Smith & Co. Of course she's here. George's building is her building in every practical sense — her team occupies three floors, her face is in half the campaigns on the lobby wall. There's nothing strange about her arrival.Except for the look.I file it away. I'm good at filing things.
"My thesis gets approved in one pass," I say. "And Aunt Jean stays healthy and happy for a long, long time."The thought of her lands with its usual weight of guilt. She wasn't at the party tonight. My father didn't invite her — didn't think to, or chose not to, and I didn't push, and now it's past midnight on my birthday and I haven't seen the woman who raised me in weeks.I set that aside for later. I'm getting better at setting things aside for later.Liam is quiet for a moment.Then: "Your wishes.""What about them?""They didn't include me."I look at him. The dashboard light catches the particular injured quality he's giving the windshield."You told me not to say them out loud," I say. "Something about wishes not coming true if spoken.""I asked first.""And then immediately told me asking was pointless. You set the terms." I take another spoonful of cake. "You can't retroactively object."He m
He leads me out of the break room like nothing happened.Which, in the way that matters publicly, nothing did. We were in a break room. His sister cut her hand. We had a conversation. The party is still going.The ballroom hits me like a physical thing when we push back through the corridor — warmth, perfume, the hum of two hundred conversations running simultaneously. The chandelier hasn't dimmed. The champagne towers are still upright. Vivian is laughing at something across the room.The world continued without us.Liam stops.
Something about Vivian was… off.
“Oh? An actor confessed to you, and you turned him down?”“I don’t like him.”Allie could barely breathe. Liam’s gaze burned through her, dark and unreadable.He tilted his head slightly, studying her. “You’re sure?”Her heart pounded. “Yes.”Liam leaned in, his voice a whisper against her lips. “G
Julian Ford leaned back in his chair, casual as ever, with a smirk dancing on his lips. “She met you first, so I guess I have to accept my fate. But Mr. Hart, if you don’t treat your wife well, I won’t hesitate to steal her away.”Liam, standing beside me, didn’t even flinch. His voice, as cool and
The conference room buzzed with restless energy, cameras flashing as reporters murmured among themselves. Everyone was waiting for the moment to pounce.Allie Brooks arrived fashionably late, stepping through the doors with a calm that masked the storm within. Every pair of eyes turned to her, jud







