Lucy hurried out of the hotel room, the cool morning air brushing against her face as she clutched the papers Drake had asked her to retrieve. The conference had already started, and she could practically hear the faint hum of the crowd gathering below. Drake had been texting her nonstop, his messages ranging from reminders to subtle impatience, and she felt a pang of guilt. She knew he hated waiting.
Now, with the documents finally in hand, she quickened her pace toward the elevators. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor, echoing through the nearly empty hallway. Just as the elevator doors slid open, she froze.
And so did he.
Trent.
His eyes widened slightly, and for a brief moment, it seemed like time slowed. The elevator suddenly felt too small, too tense, as if the a
