ARI'S POINT OF VIEW
I swear sometimes it feels like my own pulse is too loud for the room.
Investors, journalists, polished people who think money makes them invincible and artificial smiles make them interesting. The place smelled like expensive citrus diffusers and ambition. I stood in the foyer pretending like I was just another woman networking but every inch of my skin felt wired. My throat was dry. My heart was steady, but in that way where you know it is only steady because it already broke before. There was nothing left inside to shatter.
And there he was — Adrian.
Smiling like I was sunrise he waited his whole life to see.
He moved toward me with a slow confident stride. His coat draped perfectly. His eyes held warmth, real warmth. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to melt into i
