Mira’s POV
After that night on the ceiling and Luke's confession, I'd locked myself in the guest room, just eating and picking back up on a old habit of mine; reading on perfumery. I wasn't like all those top perfumers who were taught by other top perfumers, or who went to fancy schools to learn it.
I was self taught, and that also lended to the reason why I wasn't in the limelight until the Nebula series was actually a hit, and even after I didn't think I deserved the praise that came with it due to almost subconsciously putting myself down and beneath Luke.
I glanced at the time, a usual habit when I read so as not to pass too much time. It was then that a ping sounded and a message entered my phone… Drew.
Drew – So are you free this evening?
Me – Not necessarily…
I bit my lips as
