•BRIANNA•
It was Monday morning, and I woke up earlier than usual, my heart brimming with happiness and energy that I couldn’t quite contain. My mind kept replaying the events of the weekend, especially that kiss at the gala. It had been brief, but it sent a flutter through me every time I thought about it. The memory was still fresh in my mind, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever forget it.
I rolled out of bed, my thoughts still occupied by Adrian. He had looked at me differently, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. We hadn’t really talked much since the gala, but the kiss lingered in the back of my mind like a sweet secret. But I didn’t want to dwell on it for too long. There were more important things to focus on, starting with getting my day going.
I did the usual morning chores, tidying up the house and making breakfast for Mom and Mariana before they even woke up. The soft hum of the city outside, the birds singing their early morning tune, filled the air as I moved around the kitchen. By the time the sun began to peek through the curtains, I was already in the shower. After a quick bath, I slipped into one of the outfits I picked up at the mall Adrian had taken me to. The dress was black, short-sleeve, bodycon, and had a deep V-neck that accentuated my curves. I paused for a moment in front of the mirror, admiring myself. For some reason, I felt more confident today, like the kiss had given me an invisible boost. I styled my hair into a messy bun, applied a little makeup, and finished the look with matching black heels and a handbag. Satisfied with how I looked, I grabbed my things and was ready to head out.
I made my way to Mom’s room to let her know I was heading to work. I had already eaten, so there was nothing left for me to do. I didn’t want to linger too long, so I grabbed a cab from the side of the road, and in no time, I was at the company building.
As I entered the lobby, I made my way straight to the receptionist’s desk, greeted by Kristen, who was already busy with her usual morning routine. I couldn’t help but smile brightly as I approached her.
“Good morning, Kristen. How was your weekend?” I asked, my voice upbeat.
“Morning, Brianna. My weekend was good. How was yours? I can already tell it was a great one with that big smile of yours,” Kristen responded, giving me a knowing look. She had an uncanny ability to read people, and it made me smile even more.