Serena’s POV

“Sorry, I’m late for the opening,” Calvin says, his breath slightly hurried from the rush. “Got caught up with lots of work stuff. Are you mad?”

I smile at Calvin, shaking my head gently. “Nah, I know you were busy. And this is just sparkling cider,” I say, lifting my glass in reassurance.

Calvin approaches Stevie and me at the counter. “Stevie, this is for you,” he says, extending a bouquet of vibrant flowers towards my best ...