[Micah] Last night, I thought I was going to lose her again and it almost broke me in two. How silly the two of us were, so blinded by our pride that we almost let our love fall apart. Charlotte is my everything. When she walked away from me into that fog I saw my future flash before my eyes and it was a lonely one. Lonely because I want her, only her. Even if we sometimes fight, even if our love story is complicated and imperfect, she is the only one I want for the rest of my life. Before I met her, I hadn’t ever experienced love. There was a couple of times where I though I might have found it, but it has never been like this with anyone else. She doesn’t just accept me or forgive me for who I am, she loves me for who I am. She isn’t with me for money or power. She’s just with me because she loves me. I know that if I were to lose it all tomorrow, she’d still be her by my side.I have seen and done some terrible things in my life. I have a monstrous side, a dangerous part of who I

[Charlotte] My mouth drops open. All he had to do was make a phone call and my marriage to Andy was over. “Doesn’t this change our timeline a bit?” I ask, suddenly more than a little nervous. “Part of the plan involves Andy trusting me enough to introduce me to his other boss. I need to get into a position of trust and THEN we discard him when we don’t NEED him anymore.” “I don’t see it as a problem,” he replies smugly. “Of course you don’t!” I shout. “You’re not the one who has to make it work! Agghhhh!!!” He opens the box of pastries in his lap. “Croissant or beignet?” “What?” I shake my head in confusion. “I thought we were having an argument. Why are you offering me food?” “I think you might be hangry.” “Hangry?” I give him a hard side eye. "Hangry?!"“Yes,” he laughs, “As in hungry plus angry," he speaks with his hands, showing how the two words go together, "Hangry." “I know what hangry means, Micah.” I groan. “I'm not a child, you don't have to force me to eat. Also,

[Charlotte]Micah is going to make me wait all day to find out the latest “surprise.” Which makes it SO hard to pretend that today is just another Friday in the office.My work friend, Seb, has taken over as Andy’s new assistant. “Hey Girlie,” he smiles at me as we ride up the elevator to the executive floor.“Are you ready to take over the corporate world?”“Maybe after I’ve had my coffee,” I give him a sideways smile as I hold onto the coffee cart. Everyone’s getting ready for the weekend, which means extra caffeine.He laughs. “We’ll I’ll see you later then,” he waves as he steals his coffee and a scone from the cart. "Love ya, doll face!""Love ya right back," I holler at his backside as he leaves the elevator, which gives us a few glares--not because anything is happening between us (Seb is more likely to try to date Andy than he is to date me) but because we are annoyingly loud and the elevator is small. As I push the cart, giving everyone their orders, I see Andy waiting for me

[Micah]I close the door behind us as I sweep her into a country waltz. The look on her face is indescribably priceless as we twirl together. It amazes me how easy she is to surprise and how quickly she expresses joy. Despite some of the hard things she has gone through and continues to face, she can still smile with a hopeful innocence that makes me want to protect her from everything.It was that innocence that called me to her that first night in that bar. She isn't just physically stunning, she has a beautiful soul that glows from within shining through her smiling eyes. We waltz in the bright afternoon sunlight, moving together like we've known each other for a lifetime, rather than a few short months. In all my years I have never felt such a deep connection to another person. Not since I lost my birth family--first my mother, and then later my uncle. It's thanks to them that I can waltz with my soon-to-be wife, as they were the first to teach me not only how to dance, but how

[Charlotte]The two of them look at one another, and their looks of shock and chagrin are so similar I almost start to laugh, despite my confusion. They look nothing alike physically--he is a tall man with lightly tan skin, deep hazel eyes, and curling chestnut hair and she is a petite woman with dark skin and a tight afro, but the family resemblance in how they move is almost uncanny.“She’s my other mother,” he explains with a lopsided grin. He knows I’m going to be upset with him for this trick of his, but he also seems happy to introduce us. “Charlotte, this is Rosalie, the woman who adopted me after my family died.”Ah, I see. She’s his foster mother. “And you thought it would make more sense to sneak her dresses into the lineup rather than just introduce her directly?” I give him a side-eyed look that hopefully conveys how crazy his plan is. “Couldn’t we have just gotten together and had lunch?” “Actually, cher, that was my original idea,” he confesses. “But then after this mo