The private elevator ride up to the penthouse was quiet and sweet. Alexander held Clara’s hand tightly, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her fingers.
"You handled Victoria so well," Alexander said softly, looking at her with warm eyes. "She thought she could hurt you, but you showed everyone how strong you are."
Clara smiled, leaning her head against his arm as the elevator doors slid open. "I learned from the best."
They stepped out into the quiet hallway of the top floor. The warm sunlight streamed through the big glass windows. Everything felt peaceful after the crazy press conference downstairs.
But as they walked toward the giant double doors of the penthouse, Clara stopped.
"Alexander, look," she whispered, pointing down at the floor.
Sitting on the dark wood right in front
