~Camellia POV~
I pulled my hair back and packed it neatly as I walked past the front door into the lobby, glancing briefly at the watch on my wrist to make sure I wasn’t late.
“Morning, Miss Stewart,” the receptionist greeted.
I returned the greeting with a small smile before stepping into the elevator.
A few days ago, I wasn’t even sure I would survive the ache in my chest or the hunger in my stomach. Now I had a job, enough money to feed myself.
As the elevator moved, I pulled out my phone and went through the messages Mila had sent about Luke’s schedule. I had managed to do a decent job pretending to be his fiancée in front of his parents. Now I also had to play the role of a capable office assistant.
But the moment the elevator doors opened, my excitement died.
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