Luna’s POV
The hours dragged on, the steady hum of the office filling the air as I worked at my mother’s company desk, her assistant kept checking on me, maybe to see if I'm making any errors but her guidance saved me.
My fingers were cramped from sketching and redrawing the same pendant design, tweaking tiny details until it was perfect. The diamonds had to sit just right, the engraving had to flow naturally—it wasn’t just jewelry anymore, it was a test.
A challenge Jaden had unknowingly thrown at me.
Every now and then, I caught myself sneaking a glance at the waiting room, beats of sweat formed on my forehead, I had never done this before, even though I've studied so much about it and new every move.
I looked again and he was still there, lounging on the velvet couch like he own
