Stella:
I fastened the clasp of my diamond bracelet, tilting my wrist under the soft glow of the office lights. It was such a familiar movement, but tonight, everything else felt like a burden.
The charity event was tomorrow, and we were still smoothing out the final details. My morning had been a jumble of calls, emails, and last-minute changes. Even now, my phone buzzed with yet another text from Tristan. At least, it relieved my stress a little before I faced it again.
Tristan: I have it on good authority that you’re working too hard.
I smirked, shaking my head.
Me: Your authority is questionable.
His response came almost immediately.
Tristan: So is my patience. Lunch?
I rolled my eyes, but a small part of me, the that I have refused to acknowledge, warmed at his persistence.
