Sera’s POV
The elevator doors slide open on the 14th floor with that soft, expensive chime that always makes me feel briefly important. I step out with my phone already to my ear, mid-sentence with the nanny about Aria’s lunch preferences.
And then I see Nicholas.
He’s standing just outside the glass doors of the marketing suite, back to the wall like he’s trying to disappear into it. Black coat.
His hair a little longer than the last time I saw him...messy at the ends, like he’s been running his hands through it too many times.
In his left hand: a bouquet of white peonies wrapped in brown kraft paper. The kind I used to say were my favorite because they looked like they were blushing.
My stomach drops through the floor.
He hasn’t seen me yet. His eyes are fixed on the floor, jaw t
