(Rose’s POV)
I didn’t realize I’d forgotten my key until I was standing in front of my apartment door, digging through the bottom of my Gucci bag like a raccoon at a waste bin. First, I checked the inner pouch, then I unzipped the corner, but it was nowhere to be found.
Only then did I think back: I must have dropped it on Angela’s couch earlier today when I stopped by to deliver the health supplements she had asked for. I’d probably tucked it between the cushions without realizing.
I could’ve called a locksmith, or even broken the lock, but the thought didn’t sit right with me. The noise, the cost… it made more sense to head back to William’s place.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about being stopped at the gate. The security team at the Briggs residence had gotten so accustomed to
