Stella's POV
The week passed in a blur. With two days away from the office, my workload had piled up considerably, so I spent Saturday catching up and restoring order to my professional life.
Strangely, I felt safer within my office walls than in my own apartment. Working on a weekend felt more like an escape than a burden.
Sunday arrived with me sleeping in later than usual. After ordering delivery, I found myself on the couch, sobbing over a romantic film when my phone interrupted the heroine's heartbreak.
"Why do you sound like you've been crying your eyes out?" Warren's voice carried genuine concern.
I sniffled, dabbing at my eyes. "Just this movie, Vaughn. The main character is going through hell."
His laugh rumbled through the speaker. "Time to put that sad movie away. Work some makeup magic and be ready in thirty minutes. I'm picking you up."
"And where exactly are we going?" I asked, already reaching for the remote to turn off the TV.
