Chapter 72
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Serena POV – Upper West Side – Penthouse – Monday Evening
- Julian stepped back, not to create distance, but to breathe. To let me see him not as the empire in tailored suits, or the man whose name sat etched into the skyline, but as Julian, the boy who burned spaghetti in a Bronx apartment and kissed me with hands that shook when I cried.