*Eleanor's POV*
I watched Helen through the glass walls of Walters Enterprise's lobby, and I knew immediately something had changed.
She sat at one of the café tables near the entrance, her phone in her hand, and she was smiling. Not her usual polite, professional smile—this was different. Soft. Warm. Almost dreamy.
Helen Blackwood didn't do dreamy.
In these seven years I'd known her—since we'd met in college and bonded over terrible dorm coffee and late-night study sessions—I'd never seen her look like this. Helen was serious, focused, driven. She smiled when appropriate, laughed at jokes, but she never glowed.
Until now.
I pushed through the revolving door and made my way across the marble lobby toward her table. She was so absorbed in whatever was on her phone that she didn't even
