By the time Tracy returned to the penthouse, the world had already stolen the kiss.
Her phone buzzed nonstop in her purse—notifications flooding faster than she could silence them. Hashtags with her name. Edited clips replaying the moment from every possible angle. Headlines that screamed things she hadn’t even imagined:
“Alex Knight’s Mystery Fiancée Steals the Spotlight.”
“Love or Lie? The Kiss That Set the Internet on Fire.”
“Tracy Morgan: Gold Digger or Cinderella?”
She pressed her back against the closed door, breath ragged. The penthouse, usually intimidating in its silence, now felt like a sanctuary from the noise outside. But no amount of locked doors could keep the world from clawing at her.
Her lips still tingled, traitorously alive with the memory of Alex’s kiss. She had tol
