CLAIRE
The next few days passed in a strange, wonderful blur, everything was the same but different, we still lived in the same penthouse, still had our separate bedrooms, and still worked on our respective businesses.
But now there was awareness between us, a charge in the air that hadn't been there before, or maybe it had been and we'd just been pretending it wasn't.
Small things felt significant now, Julian's hand brushing mine when we passed in the hallway, the way he looked at me over his laptop during the day, how we'd sit closer on the couch in the evenings.
Nothing had really changed except everything had.
On Wednesday, I had a meeting at the SoHo boutique to finalize the display details.
Marina was thrilled with the pieces Nina had delivered, arranging them on the wall near
