SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
Liam came right on time. Like, right on the damn dot. No knocking, no unnecessary honking—just a text: “I’m outside.” I don’t know what it is about punctual men, but God knew what He was doing when He created that trait.
I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I wasn’t doing too much, but I also wasn’t doing less. Body-hugging black dress, square neckline, gold accessories and that soft makeup beat that screams rich but unbothered. Hair was up in a sleek bun, giving “I have my life together” energy, even if I still had unread emails sitting on my laptop.
I grabbed my clutch and walked out. The car? Gorgeous. Deep charcoal with that matte finish and soft cream interior that felt like it belonged in a movie. Liam stepped out and opened the door for me like a
