Ryan's POV
I stare at her through the glass door of Dreamland Studio, my heart sinking as her assistant firmly but politely denies me entry.
"Ms. Serena isn't available today, Mr. Blackwood." The words hang in the air like a sentence. I've been rejected three times this week alone.
Walking back to my car, I clench my fists in frustration. How did we get here? Just days ago, on that island vacation, everything had felt perfect—Serena and I laughing under the sun, our hands entwined as the waves lapped at our feet.
We were happy, completely in sync. And now…she won't even take my calls.
"Simon," I turn to my assistant who's waiting by the car. "What would you do to make someone forgive you? Especially when they've completely shut you out?"
Simon adjusts his glasses though
