LOGINKira’s POVThe Ashford International annual dinner looked the way it always looked, two hundred people in black tie filling the grand ballroom of the Langham, the kind of room that made everyone inside it feel like they’d earned the right to be there, chandeliers running the length of the ceiling, round tables dressed in white linen, the low hum of important conversations happening at a volume designed to sound casual.Kira took a glass of water from a passing tray and moved through the room.She’d been doing this for forty minutes, a slow calculated circuit, pausing at the right tables, saying the right things to the right people, laughing at the right moments, and always, always keeping the main entrance in her peripheral vision.“Kira.” James Obi, their longest standing hospitality partner, caught her arm near the center of the room. “You look wonderful. How is the Phoenix expansion going?”“Ahead of schedule. The Brooklyn location is fully operational and the second site has brok
Kira’s POV“Lily, give me back my clutch.”“I’m just looking at it ma.”“You’ve been looking at it for ten minutes, give it back.”Lily held it out with the reluctant energy of someone surrendering something they hadn’t finished appreciating and Kira took it and checked inside and added her phone and lipstick and set it on the vanity.“You look really pretty, Mummy.”“Thank you, baby.”“Are you going to dance tonight?”“It’s a dinner baby, not a party.”“But are you going to dance?”“Lily.”“I’m asking a question.” Lily sat on the edge of the bed folded both arms and watched Kira finish her earrings with the focused attention she gave things she found genuinely interesting. “Sophia said she’s going to get Uncle Marcus to dance with her even if he doesn’t want to.”“That sounds about right.”“Do you like Sophia now? You seem like you like her more.”Kira looked at her daughter in the mirror. “Why do you ask that?”Lily shrugged. “You used to get a face when someone said her name. You d
Sophia’s POVNine days!!She wrote it on a Post-it note in the morning and stuck it to the inside of her wardrobe door where Marcus wouldn’t see it. She stood there looking at it for a moment before she finally got dressed.Nine days and the Hartwell account signatory update was sitting in Marcus’s to-do folder waiting for his signature, which he would give her without reading it properly because he never read routine CFO correspondence properly, she knew this because she’d been watching his email habits for three months. The moment he signed it she had spousal standing on the account structure and the transfer pathway was clean and documented and Victor could move within forty-eight hours of the wedding.She closed the wardrobe and went downstairs and made coffee and sat at Marcus’s kitchen table with her laptop and worked through the transfer map for the fourth time, not because it needed checking again but because going through it settled something in her chest that nothing else se
Marcus’s POVThe florist called three times before Marcus picked up, not like he was ignoring her, he just kept getting pulled into other things, the caterer’s revised menu sitting open on his laptop, a text thread with his best man about suit fittings that had somehow turned into a twenty-message debate about pocket squares, and Sophia sitting across the living room with her legs tucked under her on the couch going through arrangements with undivided attention.He picked up on the fourth call.“Mr. Ashford, I just need to confirm the centerpiece decision before I place the order Monday. We discussed the white garden roses with the eucalyptus but your fiancée mentioned she was considering switching to peonies and I want to make sure we’re aligned before I commit to the supplier.”Marcus looked across the room at Sophia. “Babe. Roses or peonies.”She looked up. “What do you want.”“I want whatever makes you happy.”“That’s not an answer.”“Peonies then.”She smiled and went back to wha
Kira’s POVElijah’s apartment was on the fourteenth floor of a building on West 22nd that she’d been to countless times before now, went for his dinner parties he threw the year he opened Solace and once to drop off a birthday gift she hadn’t had time to give him properly and their normal visit when they were together together. It looked different now, more lived in than she remembered, books stacked on the coffee table, a jacket thrown over the back of the couch, the kitchen showing signs of someone who had actually been cooking in it.He opened the door before she even knocked, which meant he might have heard the elevator.“Alyssa’s not here yet,” he said, stepping back to let her in.“She texted me saying she was five minutes away.” Kira walked in and set her bag on the counter and looked at the table, where he’d laid everything out already, organized and labeled in the simple way he did things in a kitchen, each section separated, nothing overlapping or covering each other. “You
Elijah’s POVThe apartment smelled like it had been closed for two months because it had been closed for two months, and the first thing he’d done when he walked in Thursday night was open every window and stand in the middle of the living room and let New York come back in, the noise and the cold and the particular smell of the city that Seoul never quite replaced no matter how long he stayed.He’d unpacked properly this time instead of living out of the suitcase the way he did on shorter contracts, hung everything up, restocked the kitchen Friday morning, bought coffee that wasn’t from a hotel lobby, and by Saturday the apartment felt like his again.He was at the kitchen table with his laptop open when his phone buzzed.It was not Kira. It was his sous chef from Seoul, Minho, sending a photograph of the new spring menu they’d finalized before Elijah left, asking if he wanted to be credited in the launch post.Elijah typed back yes and set the phone down.Seoul was a good place. Bet
ADRIAN POVAdrian was off the bed before he’d even finished reading the third message.He dialed David Torres’s number and pressed the phone to his ear in excitement. It rang twice before the investigator picked up.“Mr. Westbrook.”“Talk to me. What did you find?”“Quite a lot actually.” David’s v
KIRA POVThe question hung in the air like a death sentence.“If anyone here has any reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.”Kira’s entire body was tensed. Her hands gripped the armrests of her chair so hard her knuckles t
FREE POVKira raised her hands like she was surrendering. “Please don’t involve me in whatever weird family problem thingy the both of you have going on. Nothing happened between me and Adrian right now. Sorry you found us in that position. I’ll take my leave now.”She move
VANESSA POVThe music and the entire serene was beautiful.Classical strings playing softly as Vanessa stood at the entrance of the garden. Every guest was seated. Three hundred people dressed in their finest, all turned toward her, waiting.Jenna stood beside her holdi







