The morning sun filtered through the curtains of my small London flat, rousing me from sleep. I stretched and yawned, still marveling at how different my life had become in just a few short weeks. The bustling city was a far cry from the quiet countryside I'd grown up in, but I was slowly finding my footing.
As I prepared for another day at Moonlight Press, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Despite the challenges of working with Luke after our broken engagement, we were making progress. Our little publishing house was starting to gain attention in literary circles.
I was just about to leave when there was a knock at the door. Puzzled, I opened it to find a courier standing there.
"Miss Carlisle?" he asked, consulting his clipboard.
"Yes, that's me," I replied.
He handed me a
