Ofelia’s POV
I pushed open the door to my room, arms full of shopping bags, and kicked it shut behind me with my foot. The bags landed on the bed with a soft thud, and I kicked off my heels with a long, dramatic sigh of relief. My feet were killing me, but the day with Mom had actually left me feeling lighter. For a few precious minutes, I forgot about Damien, the office torture, and the confusing mess my life had become. I just felt… normal.
I started unpacking the new clothes, hanging up the beautiful blouses, skirts, and dresses Victoria had insisted on buying. I held one of the sleek navy dresses against myself in front of the mirror and smiled. “I now own more expensive clothes than I’ve had in my entire life,” I muttered to myself with a little laugh. It felt surreal.
As I arrange
