Sarah’s POV
Later that night, as I sat on my balcony overlooking the city lights, I thought about Wesley's offer.
He had come into my life just when I needed someone, a guiding hand in this vast, unfamiliar city.
It felt almost too good to be true, but I pushed that thought aside. I couldn't afford to second-guess every opportunity. Not now, when things were finally starting to look up.
For the next few days, I threw myself into work with renewed energy. I followed up on Wesley’s suggestions, refined my business plans, and started preparing for the upcoming mixer.
The more I worked, the more confident I felt. Madrid was beginning to feel less like a foreign land and more like a place where I could belong.
The day of the mixer arrived, and I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting
