It had been a long day at the office for Ever, managing deadlines and overseeing her boutique's business growth. But something felt off today. She couldn't quite place it—just a discomfort, a dull ache in her abdomen that wouldn't go away.
She sat at her desk, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, trying to calm herself down. It wasn't until Allesandro knocked gently on her office door that she realized how pale she must have looked.
"Ever?" Allesandro's voice was laced with concern as he entered. "You okay? You don't look well."
Ever tried to force a smile, but the discomfort was becoming unbearable now. "I'm fine," she said softly, but the words didn't sound convincing, even to her own ears.
Allesandro didn't buy it. He walked toward her, his eyes scanning her face. "Ever, tell me what's wrong." He crouched down beside her chair, his hand hovering over her wrist as if to comfort her, but his worry was evident.
