CHAPTER TWENTY
LARA’S POV
By Thursday morning, my cramps had reduced enough for me to function like a normal human being again. Thank God. I was starting to believe my uterus had personal issues with me.
Still, as I stood in front of my mirror getting ready for work, my thoughts kept drifting back to last night.
To Vincent standing at my door with bags full of food and medication. To Adrian.
Or more specifically, to the fact that Adrian Romano noticed things. Too many things.
I adjusted the sleeves of my fitted dusty-pink blouse before tucking it properly into a white pencil skirt.
Simple. Elegant. Soft.
I paired it with nude heels and minimal jewelry before curling the ends of my hair slightly. Fashion was therapy honestly. And today, I needed confidence.
Because after overthinki
