Serena had forgotten what it felt like to wake up to a day that wasn’t scheduled down to the last minute. The shoot had wrapped early. Miraculously. For the first time in weeks, she didn’t have an interview, a meeting, a press call, or Lucian waiting at her door with some maddening comment designed to set her off. What she had, instead, was Eliora — sprawled across the couch in leggings and one of Serena’s old oversized sweatshirts, eating strawberries straight from the bowl. She could have a nice wardrobe but she wanted to steal her clothes, apparently. “This is illegal,” Eliora muttered around a mouthful. “Strawberries shouldn’t taste this expensive.” “They’re flown in from Spain,” Serena said absently, tying her hair into a bun. Eliora turned, incredulous. “You’re serious?” Serena hummed noncommittally. “Lucian’s supplier.”
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