Theodore's Pov
I sit at the polished mahogany desk in my suite at The Ivywood, the late afternoon sun casting long, golden streaks across the room. Papers and notes are spread out before me—decor vendor proposals, final guest lists, and a timeline for the New Year’s Eve event. My laptop hums softly, an email draft open on the screen. I stare at it, the words blurring together, my fingers resting idly on the keyboard.
No matter how much I try to focus, my mind drifts back to earlier in the day, to Juniper. The way her eyes had sparked with determination as she discussed table settings, the way she tilted her head when she was thinking over a detail. Then, of course, there was what she’d said—the bombshell she’d dropped so casually it felt almost rehearsed.
"I have a boyfriend."
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