It’s going to be incredible.
I slide the lid onto the box and tuck it under my arm.
“All right,” I murmur to the empty room. “Let’s go.”
I step out into the lobby, and I’m barely halfway across it before someone calls my name.
“Miss Storm!”
The bellhop jogs over and gives me a wide grin. “Good luck out there,” he says. “You’re gonna knock ’em dead.”
“Thanks, Tyler.”
A housekeeper I recognize from the second floor stops me next.
“Congratulations,” she says warmly.
“Thank you.”
One by one, they stop me as I cross the lobby. Valets. Servers. The concierge. People I’ve worked beside every day.
Each goodbye makes my chest a little tighter.
Then I hear heels clicking behind me.
“Well,” a familiar voice says, “look at you.”
I turn to find Diana standing there with her arms folded neatly across her chest.
For a long time after Porter and I went public with our relationship, she barely spoke to me.
Actually … barely is generous.
She glared.
A lot.
But eventually, things softened.
It probably didn’t hurt that once she finally gave up hope of catching Porter’s attention, she started dating again. A nice accountant who apparently worships the ground she walks on.
Last month, she announced her engagement.
And I couldn’t have been happier for her.
Diana looks at the box in my arms and gives a small nod. “So, it’s official,” she says.
“Today’s the day.”
She studies me for a second before her lips curve slightly. “Well,” she says, “good luck, Harleigh.”
The fact that she uses my name causes my eyes to mist. We’ve come a long way since she showed me around on my first day.
“Thank you, Diana.”
Then she adds quietly, “You’re going to do great things.”
My throat tightens a little.
