KAIA

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, carefully applying a final touch of mascara for my first date with Lewis tonight. It's been exactly seven days since I stormed out of Vincent's office, and I have barely spoken to him except necessary at work.

The navy blue dress I chose hugs my curves in all the right places without being too revealing—elegant but approachable. I want to look good for Lewis, to give this a real chance.

I know I still have complicated feelings about Vincent, and my ...