A week after the engagement party. She emerges into the company, ready to start her work for the day. She saunters into her office and heads to her coffee machine.
Her door creaks open, she knew who would that be. She knew the only person that would saunter into her office when they want to without waiting for permission. “Good morning, Isabella. Something steamy to start your day with?”
She raises her shoulders, smiling a little. “You read my mind.” He walks further, looking around the familiar place. She settles down on her office chair before carefully taking a sip of her coffee. He heaves a sigh, settling down on the visitors chair. “I wanted to tell you that--”
The door creaks open again and Madelyn ambles in, hoisting a paper bag and looking suspiciously bright eyed for th
