Eventually Yours

✽ Prologue

Manhattan, New York City

~Brie~

“Oh my gosh Brie, these are so beautiful!” she gushed at the sight of each picture.

“You like them?” I asked.

“These can't be liked. I absolutely love them!” she admitted. “Rainey is going to freak out when she sees them!”

I smiled gently.

“Only the best for my goddaughter.”

“Oh thank you so much my friend!” she beamed and hugged me.

I giggled and hugged her back.

“I'm just glad I could help” I admitted when she pulled away from the hug.

I glanced at the clock.

Oh my!

“I would love to stay and chit-chat Xenia, but I've got to finish up at the office,” I said picking up my phone and other stuff from her table.

“Okay, okay. Drive safe. My love to the boys.”

I nodded and rushed out of the door, blowing her a kiss.

I headed straight for my red Range Rover. I dropped my stuff in the passenger seat and climbed in. I inserted the key into the ignition and drove back to the office.

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“I am so, so, so sorry Mavis!” I started apologizing the moment I walked through the door. “My boss wouldn't let me off early—”

I paused. There was no one in the living room. I dropped my bag on the couch and moved towards the kitchen, bracing myself for disaster. I could hear my heels click loudly on the cold and polished marble flooring as I walked into the kitchen.

I let out the breath I was holding. The kitchen was clean.

“Mrs. Lewis?” I heard Mavis call. “I thought I heard her voice.”

“In here Mavis” I called out to her.

She walked in smiling.

“Forgive me Mavis. I didn't intend to keep long in the office today. You know how my boss can be.”

“Hey, relax” she playfully scolded.

“I'm sorry” I chuckled.

“You don't have to be. It's obviously not easy working for The New York Times.”

I smiled.

“Don't worry, I already put Roman to bed. Your husband has had his dinner and he's in the library. You work too hard.”

I chuckled.

“It's what I'm good at.”

She gave me a mischievous look.

“You know what you need Mrs. Lewis?”

“Tell me,” I said, getting some water from the fridge.

“A relaxing Friday night.”

I swallowed the water and twisted the cap back onto the bottle.

“A vacation is what I need Mavis. Running around in Louboutins isn't exactly what I look forward to my entire life.”

“Why don't you go take a bubble bath and I'll make you some dinner?” she offered, attempting to shoo me out the door.

“Wait, shouldn't you be home by now?” I questioned.