Celeste’s POVThe hum of the polishing wheel filled the room, soft and rhythmic, as I ran my thumb along the final curve of the setting.Morning light filtered through the studio windows, pale gold cutting across the glass cases and scattered gemstones.When Ryan entered, I tried not to smile like a fool, remembering our shenanigans from early morning.He wasn’t supposed to look at me like that, but he did. Just one look, and my chest tightened.His lips curved up at one corner, like he knew exactly what I was remembering.“Morning, boss,” he said, voice low, rough in a way that was still echoing in my body from last night.“Morning,” I murmured, not daring to meet his eyes for too long.Two hours had passed since we’d stumbled out of the Atelier, hair messy, hearts still racing, pretending to be just colleagues escaping an early shift.I’d laughed so hard I nearly tripped.And now here we were. Pretending again.He came closer, careful but magnetic as always, sleeves rolled up, a fain
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