Page 84 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

GRACE

The next day, the sun is streaming through the big windows in our living room. I’ve always loved this time of day—the quiet early hours when the world is still waking up, and the day hasn’t fully begun yet.

It feels weird to call this giant place ours, but it is as I’ve officially moved in. It still seems like a dream.

I sip my coffee slowly, watching the steam curl upward from the mug, trying to ground myself in this small, still moment.

Theo’s upstairs finishing up a phone call, and I’m here, pacing the living room, waiting for Devon and Sarah to arrive.

We’re going to figure out how to navigate this whole engagement announcement and how to handle everything that’s been thrown our way since we got back from the island.

It’s exciting, yes, but overwhelming too. Part of me feels like everything is moving too fast.

The doorbell rings, cutting through my thoughts. I set my coffee down and head toward the front door. When I open it, Devon is standing there with his usual confident grin.

Sarah is beside him, holding a stack of folders that looks like it could topple over at any second.

“Morning, Grace,” Devon says, stepping inside. “Ready to get to work?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I say with a small smile, stepping aside to let them in while also taking some of the load off Sarah.

She gives me a quick hug before she starts setting up at the dining room table, spreading out the folders and papers like we’re preparing for a full-scale war.

“Where’s Theo?” Devon asks, looking around.

“He’s upstairs,” I reply, motioning toward the stairs. “He’ll be down in a minute. He had to wrap up a call.”

“Good, good,” Devon says, rubbing his hands together.

“We’ve got a lot to go over today. I’ve been fielding calls non-stop all week. It’s like people are crawling out of the woodwork for a piece of you two.”

I take a deep breath and sit down at the table, eyeing the stack of folders Sarah has just finished organizing.

It’s a lot. Way more than I expected.

“So, where do we start?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Well, first things first,” Devon says, sitting down across from me and flipping open a folder.

“The engagement announcement.

We’ve got a lot of options, but the best one by far is Rand’s show. I’m glad Theo mentioned it.

He wants to do an exclusive next week. I know it’s fast, but it’s perfect timing with everything happening around you and Theo.

You’ll both be there, of course, and we’ll keep it classy—nothing too invasive.

Just a nice, clean announcement.”

I blink at him, surprised. “Next week already? That’s… huge.”

“Exactly,” Devon says with a nod, clearly pleased that I’m getting it.

“It’s the perfect platform to control the narrative.

You get to tell your story—yourway.

No rumors, no wild speculations.

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