Monday morning came quietly.
Izzy woke up earlier than usual, though she hadn’t slept much. The alarm buzzed at six-thirty, and she just lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling.
Her mind kept replaying everything that happened at the retreat . the pool, the hallway, the kiss she shouldn’t have allowed. Dominic’s voice whispering things she didn’t want to remember.
It was Monday now. A new week. And she had made up her mind.
No more thinking about him.
No more weakness.
From now on, it would be work … only work.
She got up, showered, and stood in front of the mirror while brushing her hair. “Professional,” she whispered to her reflection.
“Calm. Focused.”
Her reflection looked tired, but she gave herself a small nod.
She wore a plain beige blouse tucked into black trousers
