Sierra’s smile faltered, and for a moment, she seemed to shrink under his words. But then, with a quiet breath, she composed herself, her eyes darting to the floor before briefly landing on Cole. It was a fleeting glance, one filled with something unspoken—almost as if she was searching for some com
Nicola TaylorLast night was surreal.Lucas, of all people, dropped the bombshell at the dinner party, announcing that he was marrying Isabella Roosevelt. And then he kissed her—right there, in front of her entire family.The real kicker? Her dad fainted. Just like that, out cold. It was the most dr
Nicola TaylorThe chill of December air nipped at my cheeks as I carried Arabella on my lap, the two of us wrapped snugly in cozy scarves and woolen hats. Her excitement was contagious as we rode along the street, admiring the Christmas lights that twinkled all around us. She wiggled happily, pointi
Nicola TaylorI leaned back in the chair, sipping my hot chocolate as I watched Cole typing away on his laptop. Arabella’s laughter echoed from outside his office as she played with his secretary, handing out the Christmas candy we had picked up earlier.“And then he asked me to get you to make a do
He paused mid-type, glancing up at me, still looking skeptical. “I just don’t get why you wouldn’t want to use it. I’m earning it for us, for you and Arabella. You should be reaping the benefits of it.”I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Cole, I’m not exactly living like a pauper here. I just don’
Nicola Taylor“What about that tree?” I asked, pointing at a medium-sized one that looked just about perfect for the house. We were Christmas shopping for Arabella, and I was a little too excited to make this perfect for her.Cole, however, was as grumpy as a grinch. “Nope, she likes a very big tree
Nicola TaylorIt was the 24th of December, and the house was filled with glee and noise as we gathered for a small Christmas party with just close friends and their kids. The holiday lights twinkled softly, and the smell of gingerbread cookies drifted through the air. Lucas and I were in the bedroom
"How’s..." I hesitated, searching for the right words. "How’s the wedding planning going?"Isabella sighed, her expression conflicted. "It’s... alright, I guess. My family is really upset, and I don’t know how to handle it. But Lucas—" she paused, as if surprised by her own thoughts, "he’s actually