Glydon's POV
The silence in the penthouse was almost comforting.
After hours of discussing floral arrangements, guest lists, seating charts, Rodriguez Van, and enduring Vincent's icy demeanor, all I wanted was a hot shower and a long nap.
I slipped off my heels and took two steps toward the staircase.
The room tilted.
I grabbed the edge of the console table before I could lose my balance.
"What..."
A wave of dizziness washed over me, followed by an odd flutter in my stomach.
I blinked several times until the room stopped spinning.
Then I froze.
My hand instinctively drifted to my abdomen.
Could it be...?
My heart began to race.
Over the past few days, I'd been unusually tired. Certain smells at the event planner's office had made my stomach turn, and this morning, I could bare
