365 days with Ethan Cole
Selene Ashforddoing just fine before i met yousientate en mi caraget out of my head and into my carhow could you just walk away from me
And then I looked up.
The building towered above me—glass, steel, and quiet intimidation. It shimmered like money. Cold, distant, impossible money.
This… this was going to be my home?
For the next 365 days?
My stomach turned.
I adjusted the strap of my bag, suddenly aware of how ordinary I looked in the reflection of the sleek windows.
One hundred days. One hundred days of whatever this was.
And somehow, I’d agreed to it.
Or… had I?