Serena Rosette
The cool evening air brushed against my skin as I stepped out of the cab, my heels clicking softly against the marble floors of Mason’s mansion. The large windows glistened from within, casting golden light that filled the grand entrance hall. The familiar scent of cedarwood and leather filled the air, wrapping around me like a warm embrace, the smell of Mason’s home. It was comforting, familiar—a sharp contrast to the emotional storm swirling inside me.
Alex, Mason’s ever-aloof but dependable assistant, greeted me with his usual composed demeanor as I made my way inside. “He’s in the study, Miss Serena. He’s finishing up a meeting. Should be free in a few minutes.”
I nodded, appreciating the quiet moment alone before I saw him. “Alright, I’ll wait.”
As I turned away, my
