As the sun rose upon the misty city, many people's day was in full swing. People out walking their pets, women pushing their children in strollers, businessmen and women bustling into the packed subways and the occasional taxi honking at a random j-walker.
Up on the 58th floor of the pines, the most exclusive apartment complex in New York, Veronica Fitz's day was just beginning.
Awoken from her peaceful sleep by her screaming alarm clock, the petite brunette occupying the large bed groans, flinging her hand out of her satin sheets in search for the source of the noise.
Eventually smacking the antique clock, successfully shutting it off, she brushes her long brown hair out of her face and rolls over to admire the view of the harbor out of her floor to ceiling windows.
A knock at the door startled her out of her peaceful state and that's where our story begins.
Hey Angels!
Your favorite nursing student with her head in the clouds here, and I'm finally getting around to doing some fine tweaks and tantalizing changes to this story!
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Mozzafiato
FanfictionVeronica Fitz is a designer at her multimillion-dollar bridal fashion label her grandmother handed down to her, Mozzafiato & Co. Harry Styles is the CEO of Styles & Co. - his father multimillion-dollar law firm. When their paths cross, will they be...
