I smiled as we walked toward the elevator, Camelia beside me. She seemed lost in thought, her steps slower than usual, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind.

Maybe I had gone too far with what I did in the office.

When I saw the hairpin while passing the shop earlier, I’d kept wondering how it would look on her. Now that it rested neatly in her hair, I knew buying it had been worth it. She looked so good in it that I had to keep reminding myself to face forward.

I turned to look at her once more. Her gaze met mine for...