PHOENIX IN PRADA
— NATHALIE —
I watched Julian von Thorne vanish through the front door, leaving a trail of brooding mystery and high-end cologne in his wake.
My brain, however, was stuck on the way he looked at Tessa. It wasn't the look of a man who had just been insulted. It was the look of a man who had just found a bug in his perfectly coded life and was suddenly interested in computer science.
"Nathalie," Emma hissed, her phone screen glowing as she frantically typed into our shared Plot-Fixer document. "Did you see that? The eye contact? The lingering? That was at least a three-second beat. That's an inciting incident."
"I saw it," I whispered back, watching Tessa laugh with Ethan. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she had just accidentally tripped a romantic trope.
