Third person's POV
After the private dinner, they headed home.
The apartment felt different when they got back, not physically. Nothing had changed about it since they left. But the atmosphere wasn’t the same. It was lighter.
George noticed it the moment he stepped inside behind her, watching as Moxie kicked off her shoes near the entrance and immediately turned back toward him with that familiar spark in her eyes. The one that always seemed to show up when she was holding something in and trying not to burst with it.
He closed the door behind them and didn’t say anything at first, just observing her as she practically bounced once on her heels.
“You’re in a good mood,” he said finally, hanging his jacket up as he glanced at her.
Moxie turned fully toward him, her smile widening. “
