Chapter 46

*** Solana ***

Solana had just come from her lunch break, from which she couldn't eat anything because of her nerves. The bar's launch was this evening, and everything was ready. It felt like she was under a lot of pressure for no reason. Mark did not pressure her at all.

Indeed, he'd hardly spoken or looked at her this past week. He gave direct instructions, and his words were curt. Gone were the days when he occasionally discussed matters unrelated to her duties with her. 

The distance between them had grown by miles. The ache in her heart increased every evening after work when his aloof manner remained unchanged. Eight whole hours every day without a faint glimmer of his smile. No lingering gaze filled with yearning like before.

What had she done wrong? And what were those flowers? It's probably been taken to the rooftop.

Miss whore, the designer, was still up there. She didn't want to interact with the girl. Mark could come up, too.