Arianna’s POV
The rest of the week was a loop, sharp, repetitive. Killian didn’t say a single word to me, except “translate this minute, Submit this and that..” He was back to acting like Paris didn't happen. Again
He was.. more professional. Detached, like the kiss had been a glitch in his programming and he’d rebooted himself back to CEO version 7.0.
And that’s perfect and good. Except it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t good. And I hated that it bothered me.
By Thursday I was drained and by Friday, I was numb. So when Camille called as I was packing up for the day, I was skeptical.
“Mall. Now. Let’s go.” She said,
I sighed, “Fine.” and she hung up.
The mall was warm, bright, and loud, everything my work week wasn’t. Camille strutted beside me like she owned the place, sunglasses in her
