Lexi
Three weeks had passed since our conversation in Lucian's office. Three weeks since I'd slipped off my engagement ring with shaking hands and placed it gently on his desk. Three weeks since we'd both admitted we were rushing into something that deserved more time.
I thought it would hurt more than it did. I thought taking off that beautiful ring would feel like losing him. Instead, it felt like I could breathe again.
"Miss Carter, Mr. Cross is here to pick you up," Jenny, the receptionist at The Daily Buzz, called out with a knowing smile.
I looked up from my computer screen, my heart doing that familiar flutter it always did when I knew I was about to see him. "Tell him I'll be right down."
I saved my article and grabbed my purse, checking my reflection in my phone camera. We'd
