AMY'S POV "Be careful with that box, Brit! They contain my skin products. Some of those little glass bottles cost a fortune." I ordered curtly, stepping back for her to carry it into my bedroom.Rolling her eyes in a dramatic way, Britney protested, "Oh, for Pete's sake, Your Highness. I've handled more fragile boxes.” I smiled at her sarcastic teasing and hurled a pillow at her. She chased me back into the sitting room with both of us giggling. The smell of new paint and new furniture made the apartment feel like home and welcoming. The apartment shone—beautiful, new, and daunting in its loftiness and vaulted ceiling. It felt like a dream that it's mine.Or, technically, the company gift to me.From Liam.“This place is huge," Britney spun through the house, admiring the interior and glassed-in balcony that gave a beautiful view of the city. "It could pass for a showroom.” "I don't even believe me yet, either," I mumbled, placing the vase on the coffee table. Kayla entered with
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