Sophia
The scent of polished wood and faint coffee greeted me as I stepped into the grand lobby of Cheshire Enterprises.
The towering building was all sleek steel and glass. It was where I would begin the next chapter of my life.
Over here I was not a Luna. Not a Queen. But a woman rebuilding herself.
One file, one task, one breath at a time.
Erick stood beside me, dressed in dark slacks and a navy-blue shirt rolled up at the sleeves. Regal, but relaxed.
The staff, many of whom had only seen him from a distance, bowed and scrambled as he strode through the halls like a storm held together by charm.
“Ready?” he asked, casting me a side glance as we entered the private elevator. His golden eyes held that same steady encouragement that had anchored me so many times since the weddin
