{Ethan's POV}
As I drove my black Rolls-Royce Phantom into my residence and parked it, my phone rang loudly.
I lived in this white duplex alone. It had six bedrooms, yet I occupied only the master bedroom on the top floor.
The house gave me a sense of peace as I turned off the car and reached for my phone to see who was calling.
It was a call from Freya again. It was just 6 p.m., and she was already calling to know if we were going on a dinner date.
I declined her call on the first ring, knowing she would feel bad. So I called her to inform her that I had just gotten home.
"Hello, Freya," I said softly as soon as she answered.
"Hello, babe. Have you gotten home? I wanted to ask what time we should get prepared?" she asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.
"Freya," I said softly
