Lucy noticed that wherever Barry went, Jessica was always just a few steps behind. Whether it was the club, his meetings, or just a walk down the hall, Jessica clung to him like a shadow. And Barry didn’t push her away. In fact, he barely looked in Lucy’s direction anymore. It felt like they were back to the beginning again, when he didn’t even know her name.
She hadn’t been called to his office, hadn’t seen him alone, and definitely hadn’t danced privately for him these past few days. Lucy tried to convince herself it didn’t matter, that it was all a dream she made up in her head, a fantasy that never really had a chance to bloom.
That morning, she was woken up by a soft knock on her door. One of the maids stood outside.
“Good morning, Miss Lucy. Master said to get dressed. He wants yo
