Third POVJeremy sits at his desk, the phone in his hand feeling heavier with each passing second. His newly acquired office that he wrangled from Fiona’s father should provide him with a sense of power and control.Instead, it's a cage, each call from the public relations department tightening the
"Hey, how's it going?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe."Hey," I reply, taking a moment to just look at him."It's going... It's just hard to nail down everything."He walks over and sits beside me, glancing at the array of ingredients and sketches on my desk."Want to talk about it?" He ask
Fiona’s POVI blow out a deep breath as I take in Ryan Sterling’s office. It’s a sleek and polished room decorated with expensive furniture and portraits of Ryan’s face. To the side, is another room, with its door closed.Ryan sits on a deep red chair with his feet on top of the desk before him. He
“That would be Mrs. Lancaster to you. Now, sign this shit.” With that, he unceremoniously throws the contract towards Ryan who captures it with a devious smile.“Okay, okay - someone is growly.” He throws a mischievous wink my way before walking towards the open door.“Colin, follow him will you? Se
Fiona’s POVAs I walk towards the car to go home, knowing that Micah will come separately, my phone rings.As I look at the number, hope and excitement build in my stomach.Ever since I can remember, I have had a necklace that I always wore. It was the only thing remaining of my mother. Unfortunatel
Jeremy’s POVJeremy stands on the edge of the lake, his eyes locked on Fiona. She sits on the shoreline, frantically searching the water’s surface for any sign of Micah. Her fingers tremble, and the terror and concern etched on her face twist a knife of jealousy in Jeremy's heart.He can’t stand it.
Fiona’s POVThe next day, when I enter the perfume lab, I know what I have to do.Today is the day I finally create the perfume I've been envisioning.I gather my materials, feeling a sense of purpose as I lay them out on the workbench. My father's specialty perfume, reminiscent of his warm, fatherl
Gloria scoffs but I see her eyes shift."You think you’ve got this in the bag, do you? Don’t be so sure, Fiona. You might be in for a surprise."Ignoring her threat, I walk to the cabinets where the perfumes are to be stored. I take my vial of perfume and, making sure Gloria doesn't see me, lock my