The Serendipity (Only Magic in the Building)

by Emma St. Clair

I clear my throat before she can try. “So. You live in the building. And you’re in my closet … why?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “I walked into my closet in my apartment and then—poof!—now I’m in yours.” She emerges from the closet, stepping closer to me, and the large bedroom suddenly feels small. “It was almost like … magic.”

“Put yourself in my shoes.” She glances down at my Tom Ford oxfords. “From the look of it, I couldn’t afford your shoes.”

“Archer is helping me make royal icing,” Willa says. “I’ll give you a job too, if you’d like one.” Bellamy waves her off. “I won’t get in the way. Too many cooks in the kitchen and all that. I’ll happily watch.”

Cackling

With a very girlish scream Archer shoots to his feet, flailing his arms as the possum climbs him like a tree.

“It sucks. Men suck.” “Hear, hear.”

Wherever Trey wants to shop, that’s fine. But this is my Spring Foods, and he knows it. Or he should. Even after four years apart, Trey should remember that this is my signature store and choose another out of respect. But maybe he’s moved on to the point that he doesn’t remember. Or care.

Girl why would he he’s a grown adult??? Aren’t you 30????

“Hey, Mel,” I say. “It’s been a while.” Long enough for you to get engaged to my ex.

Ohhh yall are slimey

Archer wants to hire me to help manage The Serendipity? “Bellamy suggested I ask you,” he adds.

The way Bellamy is playing matchmaker is sending me

Which would make Willa around twenty-six? Twenty-seven? I’m surprised. I thought she was much younger. She’s so … youthful. Being around her makes me feel ancient, but I like knowing there’s only seven or eight years between us.

It’s giving age gap ….. ew

“You used past tense,” she says quietly. “Does that mean you’re closer now?” “My father is going to jail.”

💀😭

“Fine. But there had better be juice boxes.” He pauses. “What is a juice box?”

This man doesn’t know what a juice box is?????

Sue me. I’ve got good lawyers and know how to plead the fifth.

GET OUT-

I like that Willa wears things more than once.

Isn’t this what clothes are for????? The billionaire thoughts are crazy

“I thought you were happy to see me eating cookies,” I complain. “No—I was happy to see you break out of the rigidity that made you think cookies were evil. I am less happy to share my cookies with you. You’re the one dating the baker. Get your own.”

Bellamy is so real bahahaha

Immediately, I wanted to track down her Pinterest board—whatever that is—and start planning to take her to every one of those places.

Lowkey ate with this one