---Later that evening, Logan pulls up in front of my house to pick me up for our date.I’m still fuming from my earlier encounter with Sophia, but I push it aside as I climb into his car, giving him a small smile."Hey," he says, glancing over at me as he pulls away from the curb. "Everything okay?
Aria’s POVThe hum of voices around me barely registers as I take a sip of my iced tea, trying to focus on the conversation at hand. I’m in the middle of a lunch meeting, nodding politely as the person across from me discusses project deadlines and client demands.The restaurant is bustling, and my
I wish I had a good answer for him, but the truth is, I don’t know what’s going on in Sophia’s head. I just know that William deserves more than what he’s getting.I take a deep breath, choosing my words carefully.“I don’t know, William. But I want you to know that you’re always welcome with me and
Liam’s POVI can’t shake it, the regret gnawing at me since last night.I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the documents in front of me, not seeing any of it. I keep replaying those words in my head— “Please, don’t break my heart.” What the hell was I thinking? It sounded desperate, lovesick, eve
That hits her hard. I see it in the way her face tightens, in the flicker of doubt that passes over her features. She’s shaken, but instead of backing down, she hardens."Don’t turn this around on me," she snaps, stepping closer. "This is about Aria, and you know it."I shake my head. "This is about
Aria’s POVI sit at my desk, absently clicking through emails while my mind swims with the unresolved weight of everything. The looming job promotion, my tangled feelings for both Liam and Logan, and of course, Joe’s place in all this.A knock at the door snaps me out of my thoughts.“Hey, Aria, som
Aria’s POVThe auditorium at Joe and William’s school buzzes with excited energy as parents, teachers, and students gather for the science fair presentations. I take a seat in the front row, my eyes scanning the stage for the boys.They’re near the back, standing beside a large, papier-mâché volcano
Aria’s POVThe phone buzzes on my desk, cutting through the soft hum of the office. I glance at the screen, already knowing who it is before I pick up.The executive’s name flashes across my phone, and a knot forms in my stomach. I’ve been expecting this call, but that doesn’t make it any easier.“A