Madelyn
Arriving at the office this morning, the first thing that pulled my attention wasn’t the sound of the elevator door closing behind me or the soft chatter from the interns sorting files by the hallway. It was the bright, ridiculous splash of colors right on my desk. A whole bunch of flowers—real ones, not those cheap looking fake ones the PR team sometimes ordered for shoots—just sitting there like someone had dropped spring right in the middle of a Monday morning.
I blinked at it because it didn’t make sense. We literally left the house together. Dominic even stopped halfway to adjust the strap of my bag because it kept sliding off my shoulder. He kissed my forehead before I got out of the car and told me not to stress too much today… and then he drove off to the other branch for
