Eden's Pov
I decide not to push him for an answer right now and instead follow him as we search through more shoe displays. We try on what feels like a hundred different pairs, from sky-high stilettos to more practical but still expensive flats.
We finally settle on ten pairs, a mix of styles and colors. After that, we hit a Target to grab some things for the house, mostly decor to add some life to the sterile penthouse and some groceries for dinner and lunch for the week.
While he is in the kitchen working on lunch, I retreat to the bedroom. I sit on the floor with my new MacBook Pro, the one he surprised me with, and meticulously unbox it. I peel off the plastic film, admire the sleek silver finish, and spend the next half hour getting it all set up.
When it finally boots up, I immediately open a browser window. My fingers hover over the keyboard for a second before I type the words into the search bar.
[Who really is Eden Hawthorne Sterling?]
