He thought he might be able catch Yena if he looked for her in their rooms or her studio early in the afternoon.
But the double doors of her studio were locked. He heard voices from within, and decided not to knock and disturb her.
In their bedroom, Nolan found the surprise she had left waiting for him. And a note.
Not a fancy card. Just a tiny scrap of paper pinned to the button closure on the pocket of his new suit jacket.
The suit was incredible. Nolan could hardly wait to try it on. He ran his hand along the fabric and smiled at the soft feel of it.
He pulled out the pin and the paper. Unfolded it.
Happy Birthday, the note read.
Remember. I’m Yours.
Yena
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YENA
I got ready in my studio. I’d made a gown for myse
