Betty's POV

The thought of moving into Ivan’s place scared the hell out of me. I was glad he didn't push because I didn't know if I would be able to handle the pressure of constantly being under his radar.

My heels clicked against the pavement, and I walked towards the atelier holding a cup of coffee and doughnuts. I had to quickly grab breakfast on my way here.

The weather felt pleasant today, the warm sunray were telling me to be productive today and not be affected by ...