Verona hurried over to her boss's office door. She dusted herself and adjusted her clothes. The personal assistant shortly arrived and Verona knocked five times. Various thoughts started to cloud her mind.
"Come in." A calm voice called from the opposite side of the door. Verona slightly felt a little relief since her boss is in a good mood.
Verona enters the room with the personal assistant and stands quietly in the corner, waiting for an invite to come closer. It was a basic discipline taught to Doves exclusively since they are writers who need to respect their clients' wishes and personal space.
The boss let out a whole-hearted laugh and smiled. "No formalities for you, Verona. Come sit."
Verona nodded and followed the boss's order. "Yes, Sir Lauv." She bowed in respect and looked at him with a polite smile.
Tristan is a twenty-two-year-old multimillionaire who just inherited Enthrone Publishing from his father five years ago. He made the business bigger and better. He is indeed wealthy and he had everything but love.
Tristan didn't get to steal the hearts of women since he always wears his mask everywhere. He wore the mask for a long time that even the oldest writers of Enthrone Publishing haven't seen how his face looks. The only thing that showed from the mask was his purple eyes.
He wears simple clothing even though he's crazy rich. he would always say that fancy clothes find their way to make him suffocate. Instead, he wears leather, think silk, or even lace.
Tristan is a nice man but mysterious. He has the physique of a novel writer's dream man and his voice was as hot as summer but dark as night. In short, the writers of News Station, the Spies, call him a Heartstopper.
Tristan signals the personal assistant to leave the room and he does, leaving him and Verona alone.
"This mask is surely making me sweat." Tristan says as he takes off his mask, making Verona bow down. "Why are you looking at the ground, my dear?" He humbly asked, approaching her with a swift stride.
Verona smiled and calmly answered. "It is unfair that I am the only one in this continent who can see your face."
Tristan chuckled and lifted Verona's chin up, not giving her any choice but to look at him in the eyes. "You made me feel things, Verona. I hope you get what I mean." He winked.
Verona could only guess. "Is my presence bothersome, Sir Tristan?" her innocent gaze makes Tristan even more tempted to tease her. A young soul like hers hasn't seen a lot much of the world. Verona likes Sir Lauv as well, maybe even more.
Tristan can only imagine their future together and how much he'll spoil her. "You're very wrong with that, my dear." He inches his face closer to hers. "Verona, dear...I'm marrying you."
Verona stared at the enchanting face of Tristan, making her feel butterflies. Verona closed her eyes and kissed Tristan, making him hold her from her waist tightly against his body.
Even though they are now head over heels with each other, their first meet was far from pleasant.