I woke up to our alarm. I groaned getting up and getting dressed. I put on a simple blazer with a pencil skirt that stopped mid thigh. I slipped into some heels and put my hair up in a bun.
I applied my make up and woke up the kids. Harry was waiting down stairs and we left.
We dropped off the kids as Harry drove us to work. He parked as we stepped out. His fingers lacing through mine we walked in.
People stared but I didn't care. I saw some familiar faces from the wedding and I smiled.
Some women looked at me with disgust, jealousy. I don't blame them. Harry is hot. We got to the lift as it closed. I remember the penthouse he is in.
We got the room as he got to work.
"Here take these to Zayn across the hall." He said handing me stacks of paper. I left and knocked on the door.
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