45 OLIVIAThe dreamy little smile on my lips refuses to fade. The night has been magical. Enchanted. I felt like a princess. But instead of being rescued from a dark castle, my prince rescued me from a loveless life of monotony and work. With Noah by my side, everything is brighter.
The limousine drops us off at home. Rather than being tired from the late hour, I’m energized. As Noah unlocks our front door, I’m struck by how the meaning of this penthouse apartment has changed for me. Dad gave it to us as an early wedding gift, but we were only getting married in the legal sense, and at the time, I hadn’t even come around to that idea yet. Noah and I could barely call each other friends. The gift was an awkward shock. I was angry, scared, resentful at being forced out of my own space.
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