Racheal’s hands trembled slightly as she applied the final stroke of her lipstick. She could hardly believe it, Christopher had called her. Not Sophia, not a relative. Her. And he said he needed her. Just the memory of his voice, smooth and serious over the phone, was enough to send a thrill down her spine.
It wasn’t every day that Christopher Brooks reached out to her first. In fact, it was rare, so rare she could count the times on one hand. He was always reserved, composed, and painfully guarded with his emotions. But this? Asking her to come shopping with him? That felt personal. It had to mean something.
Maybe he was finally seeing her worth.
She’d spent years dancing around him, dropping hints, showing up in her best clothes, laughing at his driest jokes, just waiting, praying, th
