|Serena's POV|
The penthouse doors glide open with that soft hiss of expensive silence, the kind that tells you you're home, but not really welcome unless you've earned it.
"I swear to God, Serena, if you ever pull something like this again, I'll have your name blacklisted from every editorial calendar for the next quarter," Misty's voice is a sharp hiss in my ear, cutting through the sound of my heels on polished marble. "Two days. Two full days. No text. No call. Nothing."
"I said I was sorry," I murmur, stepping into the grand foyer of the Vance penthouse like I'm a ghost slipping back into the world of the living. "Something came up."
"Something?" Misty practically screeches. "Do you think Versace gives a damn about your something? You were slotted for the front row beside Iris Bl
