POV: Adriana
Adira fussed over the dresses laid out on the bed, while I sat in front of the mirror, staring blankly at my reflection. She was so focused, carefully lifting each gown, weighing which one would be “perfect” for the lunch with Mama Florence. Meanwhile, I was fighting an entirely different battle in my head.
I still couldn't get the events of yesterday out of my head.
The way Darius’s voice had broken through the silence when he caught me in the storage room—I had almost had a heart attack. My blood had run cold, my knees had gone weak. I’d been so sure he was about to yell at me, maybe even drag me out by the wrist, but no. His voice had been calm. Too calm. Almost as if he had been teasing me.
And that calmness terrified me more than if he had shouted.
My chest tightene
