SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
The sunlight hit my face before my alarm did.
I blinked slowly, not ready to move or even think too hard. I just laid there, letting the golden light spill into my room and stretched across the sheets like it had no care in the world. For a moment, I didn’t either. I didn’t want to stress. Didn’t want to worry. Not about work. Not about this growing life inside me. Not about Liam Foster.
But of course, I remembered.
I was going for an event tonight. One of those big ones where women in power dressed to kill and the world watched in admiration or envy. The type where everyone’s perfume fought for dominance and you couldn’t blink without someone snapping a photo.
I rolled to my side and reached for my phone.
Six digits later, my screen unlocked—and what greeted
