Synopsis
First love. Unrequited love. A love she'd held onto for more than ten years, always telling herself just a little longer, even when she knew it had to stop. For Stella, every bit of that love had only ever gone to one person. But. "Stella Ambrose?" "Yes, what about her?" "The woman who used to wait on people?" A short, dismissive laugh slipped out. "Someone like that has no place standing next to me." Said without a moment's hesitation. Like there was nothing to even think over. Stella, who had heard that cold voice, understood. It was time to let…
