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Chapter 51: THE INVITATION by Hannah Maddison

I’m somewhat distracted today. I’m going to a charity event with Andy Cole, a man from London I met only last Thursday. Less than a week ago.

We were at what I thought would be our last meeting—dinner Monday night when he told me he’d been invited to a charity gala—one of those elegant, chandelier-glowing events filled with people who breeze through rooms like they were born attending them. The kind of event where he, apparently, knew absolutely no one.

“As for it, I’d say you’re the most New York person I know.,” he added.

I blinked. “Me? Andy, I’ve lived here three months and I still get lost on my way to the market.”

“I know,” he said with a laugh. “But at least you won’t let me stand alone by the dessert table pretending I’m waiting for someone who doesn’t exist.”

I paused, replayed the conversation, then said, “So what exactly are you asking?”

He came right out and asked—simple, genuine, unexpectedly earnest. “Hannah, would you go with me? It’s for a good cause, and… I’d really like the company.”

There it was. A tiny spark in my chest. My relationship radar pinging like it always does at the worst—or maybe the very best—moments.

I could’ve made a show of thinking about it, but the truth was, I knew my answer the second he asked.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll go with you.”

His relief was almost adorable. “Brilliant.”

We sat there over what was left of the dinner smiling—two strangers who weren’t quite strangers anymore, caught in that warm quiet where something new hints that it is taking shape.

After dinner, he walked me to the train. I felt compelled to give him a hug, and that seemed right, given the circumstances.

I don’t know… Maybe a gala isn’t a date.

Maybe this isn’t anything yet.

But then again… maybe it’s the start of something.

Yeah. That happened.

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Chapter 52: THE GALA by Hannah Madison

I’ll admit it—I needed a moment when Andy stepped out of the car. The man cleans up well. Tailored tux, calm confidence, that quiet smile he does when he’s trying not to look nervous.

And then there was the ballroom—crystal chandeliers, gold trim, waiters gliding around like they’d trained at some impossibly elegant academy. The kind of place where you automatically stand a little straighter.

But the second he offered me his arm, everything softened.

“You look incredible,” he said, almost like he didn’t mean for it to come out aloud.

“Good,” I teased lightly. “Now you won’t be the only one turning heads.”

Inside, the room shimmered with soft candlelight, polished marble, and conversations that sounded like they belonged to people who owned private islands. Andy guided us through the crowd with a mix of curiosity and trepidation—clearly still the man who knew absolutely no one here.

“So what’s the plan?” I whispered.

“Stay close,” he replied. “Smile when I panic.”

“You won’t panic.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Give it time.”

But he was wrong. He didn’t panic. Actually, he did beautifully—speaking with donors, laughing at stories from people twice his age, nodding along as if charity galas were his natural habitat.

Every once in a while, he’d glance at me, like checking to make sure I was still there, still with him. And each time, I’d give him that small, steadying smile.

We posed for a photo at one point—just a simple moment near the velvet ropes, chandeliers glowing behind us. Andy with his hand lightly at my waist, me fitting naturally at his side. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t… not romantic.

Just something quietly in-between.

At dinner, he leaned closer. “Thank you again, Hannah. I couldn’t have done this alone.”

“You didn’t need me,” I said.

He looked at me like he absolutely did.

And there it was—my radar ping. Soft, steady, undeniable.

In the long run, maybe it’s nothing.

But tonight? Tonight felt like something.

Chapter 53: GOOD NIGHT by Hannah Madison

New York has a way of cooling off the moment you step outside—like the city exhales after holding its breath for too many hours.

The gala had ended before Andy and I felt like our time together should. Coffee this late? Why not?

The hotel bar’s soft jazz kept us company as we worked our way through refills. But the clock kept telling me work tomorrow was going to be brutal. I tried not to listen.

Finally, Andy intervened. “I’ve got about 2 hours to get to the airport for my red eye home.”

It was time to go, time to say goodbye. The music faded behind us as Andy held the door, letting me step into the crisp night air.

It felt quieter than it should have for Manhattan. Maybe that was just us. Maybe that was what happened when an evening threaded itself between two people—unexpected, warm, a little electric.

We walked toward the street slowly, neither of us rushing the moment. Andy’s jacket was slung casually over his arm now, his white shirt undone at the collar.

A post-gala version of him—still polished but softened by the late hour.

“I’m glad you said yes tonight,” he said gently.

“So am I,” I answered.

It wasn’t small talk. Not filler. Just simple truth passed between us like something fragile.

“I’ll hail a cab. Too late to take the subway,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied.

A yellow cab approached from down the block, headlights sweeping across the sidewalk. Andy lifted a hand to hail it, but he didn’t move away from me. His shoulder stayed close. His presence stayed close.

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“Did you enjoy the nightcap?” he asked, almost tentative.

I smiled. “If you’re asking whether I regretted following you into a hotel bar, no. Not even a little. Coffee at midnight… the jury is still out on that one.”

“You’ll regret it when you face tomorrow on four hours of sleep.” He let out a breath—half relief, half something quieter. “I didn’t want the night to end on the ballroom steps.”

“It didn’t,” I said, meeting his eyes. “It ended exactly where it needed to.”

The cab pulled up to the curb, brakes hissing. New York’s version of a polite clearing of its throat.

Andy stepped forward to open the door for me, but he didn’t let go of the edge immediately. He held it, looking at me like he was memorizing something he couldn’t put words to yet.

“Hannah,” he said softly. “Thank you. For tonight. For… all of it.”

I felt it then—the subtle shift. The acknowledgement of the in-between we’d been orbiting. Not a confession. Not a leap. Just a quiet truth shared under the city lights.

“Goodnight, Andy,” I said, warmth threaded through the words. “Hope you can get some sleep on the plane.”

He smiled—that same modest, sincere expression he’d worn the moment he stepped out of the car hours earlier. “Goodnight, Hannah.”

I started to slide into the cab, but he leaned down just a fraction, close enough that I could feel the hushed certainty in his voice.

“I’m really glad you were the one beside me tonight.”

The door closed gently after that—no drama, no lingering hesitation. Just a soft, final click.

As the cab pulled away, I watched him in the mirror for a moment. Standing there on the quiet Manhattan curb in his undone tux, hands in his pockets, eyes following the taillights like he didn’t want the night to end either.

The cab reached the Brooklyn Bridge before I let the images from the last hour drift from my attention. I have no idea if this last week will ever lead to anything further.

But I do know one thing. I have absolutely no regrets.

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