Chapter 242

Serena’s POV I couldn't stop thinking about everything that happened at Ryan's proposal last night as I wandered around the Quinn family's stunning London mansion. The place was ridiculously fancy—all marble floors and priceless artwork—but somehow still felt like a home. How bizarre that my best friend turned out to be actual royalty in the design world. "So let me get this straight," I said, watching Serena fold her clothes meticulously into her suitcase. "You spent years thinking you were nobody special, then suddenly—bam!—you're actually Serena Quinn, heiress to the LUXE empire, with a brother who runs the whole damn show?" Serena looked up, biting her lip nervously. "Are you mad? I know I should have told you sooner." I flopped dramatically onto her bed, scattering her perfectly organized pile of silk scarves. "Hell yes, I'm mad! We're supposed to be best friends. You know the color of my first period underwear, for crying out loud." "Maya!" Serena's cheeks flushed crimson as she