Veronica 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...
"Babe you need to think bigger" Harry hums, scrolling through Zillow. Ever since our engagement, Harry's been dropping hints that he wants us to buy a house together. "I don't need anything that big and bountiful" I giggle, watching my fiance's eyes roll back and his mouth let out a huff.
"Don't you want our children to have something to brag about? We can afford it" He replies, pulling me onto his lap so we can look together. "Well, I suppose. But I love the manor" I reply, sipping my coffee. I was always grateful and blessed enough to have a nice house, so I could understand where Harry was coming from. "Do you want to stay there then? You can tailor it to your liking" He says, clicking off of the app.
The thought of moving into the old money, stone home made my heart swell. Of course I wanted to stay there, there was so much love it intoxicated me, and I wanted to be able to tell my children that this was the home their parents fell together in. "I would love that more than words" I hum, smiling down at the man.
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~ VeronicaFitz: Business Casual.
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1:25 pm.
After lunch with the girls, I walk into my office to be met with the sight of my harry pacing the length of my office. "Hello, darling. You didn't say you were stopping by" I reply, setting my bag in its spot and leaning on the corner of my desk. "Is it a crime to want to visit my lady?" He hums placing a kiss on my cheek. "Not at all, but I know somethings up" I reply, obviously catching his bluff by the sudden presence of the pink on his cheeks.
"Well, I had an idea" He starts, catching my attention. "Okay?" I trail off, waiting for the point impatiently. "What if we got out of New York in the summers? Buy a house somewhere not as crazy" He blurts, catching me by surprise. "Is that what you want?" I question, seeing my small assistant outside my door, giving her the eye that screamed come back later.
"I love New York and our life here, and I want to live her full time, but I want somewhere safer for our family to escape to during the summers" He replies, running his hand up and down my thigh. "It sounds like you have been thinking about this, Styles" I hum, knowing the answer. I can't help it, I'm a girl so I want to hear it out loud. "Well, Mrs. Styles, I have been. I want to find somewhere to nest down with kids, obviously after marriage, and I think it's the right time to do this." He replies, waiting for my reaction.
"I'm not Mrs. Styles yet. What about the offices?" I question, shocked he would want to move away from his precious building if only for a few months. "It's simple, We can work from home, get closer offices or commute here every so often. We can have a getaway from the bustle and come back after we refresh. What do you think?" He replies, having this all planned out. "It sounds perfect" I finally reply after a moment of contemplating, earning a skeptic look, knowing I missed the vital topic of our children. "All of it?" He trails, still waiting. "It all sounds perfect. Let's do it, my love" I hum, earning a large smile and a kiss from the man.
6:25 pm.
Setting the last plate on the island, I pull out the tray of homemade pizzas for dinner as I hear the door open and close while Elk bolts off in that direction.
Not long after, Harry rounds the corner, pulling his tie off with the dog (who has become his best friend) at his feet. "Smells wonderful" He hums, placing a kiss on the top of my head and throwing his tie on the counter away from the food. "How was the rest of your day?" I question, putting my apron back in its spot in the drawers. "Lame after I left you, I have something to show you" He replies, pulling his laptop out of its bag before flipping the lid, revealing the large, gorgeous house for sale.
"Oh my god, it's amazing" I hum, a smile playing on his lips. "I sent everyone away so I could look for this, what do you think?" He replies, pulling me closer to his body on the island stool. "That's our summer house" I reply, a large smile forming on my face. It's the perfect blend of Harry and I's style.
It is large and bougie for Harry, and rustic and warm for myself. "Good, I had Devon call the realtor and were going to see it tomorrow, so clear your schedule" He states, but I'm too busy staring at the large, gorgeous mansion on Lake Tahoe I want to call out own.
10:54 pm.
Flipping through my book in bed, I'm distracted by the usually badass acting man nuzzling his head into my lap. "Yes?" I question, shutting my book and setting it on the bedside table.
"I think we need to set a date" Harry hums, scanning my face for a reaction. "A date for whwat? You know date night is friday night" I taunt, making him roll his eyes. "I'm kidding! I think so too, when are you thinking?" I ask, pulling out the notes on my phone to jot it down.
"Sometime in September, I remember you saying you wanted a cold wedding" He replies, playing with one of my curls hanging over my shoulder. "How's September 25th?" I ask, hoping he's on board. I've always liked that date. "It's perfect" He replies, pulling me against his chest and flipping off the lights. It's a short engagement, but it suits us.
