Serenya’s POV
I was half-asleep on the window seat, cradling my laptop and mentally drafting captions for tomorrow’s posts, when the door to my room creaked open. He must’ve knocked and I didn’t hear.
Kaelith’s voice, smooth but cold, echoed through the stillness.
“Get dressed. We’re attending a gala tonight.”
I blinked, confused, glancing at the clock. Almost 7 p.m.
“Tonight?” I repeated, my voice rising with surprise.
He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. His gaze flicked over me, messy bun, oversized hoodie, bare feet, with clear disapproval.
“Yes. Tonight. Be ready in an hour.”
I stood, heart racing. “An hour? Kaelith, I don’t have anything—”
He waved a hand, dismissive. “Wear something… appropriate. Don’t embarrass me.”
And with that, he turned and left, leaving a tra
