Serena’s POV Three days after the interview with Taylor "So, when do you think Taylor's going to release the interview?" Stevie asks, her voice breaking the silence. She’s leaning over the counter, peering at a tray of sparkling earrings. I glance up from the bracelet and meet her eyes. "I'm not
Serena’s POVFor the next thirty minutes, my phone won't stop buzzing. Journalists are reaching out, eager to schedule interviews. My follower count on social media is also rising quickly. That's the kind of influence Taylor Vanderbilt has."Look at this one," Stevie says, holding up her phone. "Th
Bill’s POVWe arrive at the restaurant, a cozy place with dim lighting and soft jazz music playing in the background. We take our seats at a large round table near the back, away from the main crowd. Sarah and Kevin sit across from me. The waiter brings us menus and takes our drink orders.Once th
Bill’s POV"It's here somewhere," I mutter, rummaging through the drawers. I pull out papers, old receipts, and random knick-knacks, tossing them aside. My frustration grows with each passing second.I dig deeper, moving old notebooks and pens. I open another drawer, hoping to find it there. No luc
Serena’s POVI pull away from Bill's hug, my heart racing. I can’t believe it. My childhood friend, the one I thought I’d lost forever, is standing right in front of me.“This is crazy,” I say, pulling away slightly and looking up at him. “Do you have any photos from when you were a kid? I need to
Serena’s POVStevie smiles warmly at the new interns. "Welcome, everyone! I'm Stevie, and I'm so excited to have you all here. I'm looking forward to seeing what each of you brings to the table. Don't be afraid to share your ideas — no matter how big or small. We're here to learn and grow together."
Bill’s POVI can't help but smile as I work. It still feels surreal knowing I’ve been in love with Serena all my life, ever since I found out she’s my lost childhood friend.Last night, I stayed up late digging through old photo albums and making digital copies of them. I found pictures of myself as
Serena’s POV"Hey, Serena," I hear Bill's voice, catching me off guard. “Stevie…”Oh, no. Bill and Stevie in the same place always spells trouble. Not with the subpoena and all the stress it brings. The last thing I need is their drama on top of everything else.Stevie quickly turns to the interns.
Stevie’s POVDay two of bed rest, and I’m already losing my mind.I’ve tried everything—scrolling through social media, half-watching a documentary about deep-sea creatures, even flipping through one of Calvin’s absurdly expensive coffee table books about architecture. None of it sticks. My brain is
Serena’s POVWalking into Stevie’s hospital room feels like stepping into a warzone after the battle has already ended. She’s lying back against a mountain of pillows, looking pale but steady, her hair messy in a way that she’d normally complain about. Calvin is by her side, of course, holding her h
Calvin’s POVThe hospital room is too quiet, the kind of silence that makes every beep of the monitor feel like a gunshot. Stevie’s asleep, her face pale and fragile in a way that makes my chest ache.I step out into the hallway, the sound of my shoes echoing on the sterile floor. My phone is alread
Stevie’s POVI’m crouched on the floor, camera in hand, trying to get the perfect angle on the way the late afternoon light filters through the glass vase on my coffee table. The shadows spill across the hardwood in a way that makes me itch to capture it.“Almost got it,” I mutter to myself, leaning
Stevie’s POVThe smell of the takeout I ordered fills the apartment, mingling with the faint scent of lavender from the candle I lit earlier to make this whole situation seem less... intense. My stomach is doing somersaults, and it’s not because of the baby.I glance at my reflection in the microwav
Serena’s POVThe sound of laughter and clinking glasses fills the room, mingling with the faint hum of conversation. I lean against the edge of the kitchen counter, sipping sparkling water from a champagne flute and watching as Bill twirls Collin around the living room.“You’re going to wear him out
Calvin’s POVThe Lancaster estate feels colder than usual today, and it’s not because of the weather. The vaulted ceilings and polished marble floors echo with the tension that always seems to fill the air when the family gathers.This isn’t a casual dinner or a holiday reunion. It’s a “concerned di
Stevie‘s POV“Calvin, I can’t just say yes.”The words tumble out before I can stop them, hanging in the air between us. His eyes, which had been so hopeful, cloud over with something I can’t quite place—disappointment, maybe, or worry.We’re sitting in my apartment, the baby gear shoved into the co
Stevie‘s POVThe lens feels foreign in my hands at first, like it’s judging me for neglecting it for so long. I twist the focus ring back and forth, snapping shots of random things in my apartment: the pile of laundry I still haven’t done, the chipped paint on the windowsill, the vase of wilted dais