THE TRIP

The hours leading up to the trip felt like a blur of last-minute preparations. My mind raced through a thousand thoughts as I packed my suitcase, meticulously choosing outfits that struck the balance between professional and subtly romantic. The presentation, the investors, the role I was meant to play—it was all too much to process at once, but I had no choice but to keep moving forward.

Edward had gathered us for a final pep talk before we left. He was his usual composed self, his tone commanding yet reassuring.

"This trip is crucial," he said, his eyes shifting between Mark and me. "The investors need to see us as a united front, not just as business partners, but as a couple." His gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary. "Abigail, you did wonderfully on the gathering. I know you'll impress them."