Nicole
Ten o'clock in the evening.
When we finally reached our home—I was exhausted.
The emotional roller coaster of the evening had drained me completely.
"I'm going to take a bath," I murmured, already heading for the stairs.
Damien nodded, his black eyes unreadable as he loosened his tie. "I'll be in the study."
I sank into the warm water, letting it wash away the tension of the day.
The lavender bath oils filled the air with a soothing scent, and I closed my eyes in momentary bliss.
My phone rested on the marble ledge beside me, and I sent quick texts to both Dodie and Weslee to make sure they'd gotten home safely.
Dodie replied with a string of happy emojis that made me smile.
At least someone's night was going perfectly.
After my bath, wrapped in a
