Allison's POV
I'm having the time of my life, sitting on Elsa's desk and laughing heartily while she makes halfhearted attempts at shoving me off, a pout on her reddening face.
Technically, we're not supposed to be chatting during work hours, but today is kind of an unspoken free day, because most of the executives are away. Xander said something about a new deal, et cetera, which is just fine since it means that I get to tease the life out of Elsa.
"I hear wedding bells ringing in your future!" I proclaim.
"Oh, please," Elsa says, hitting my arm playfully. "You should be speaking for yourself."
Those words send an unexpected pang through me, but I make sure not to show it.
It's not Elsa's fault that I can't openly be with Xander. It's more my fault than hers, in fact. Because out of
