Sylvia’s POV
I woke to sunlight filtering through the curtains, feeling oddly refreshed despite yesterday's ordeal. Caesar had already prepared breakfast by the time I made my way downstairs. The scent of fresh coffee and something savory filled the air, drawing me to the kitchen like a magnet.
Since yesterday's incident, something had shifted between us. The awkward tension that had characterized our early interactions had mellowed into something more comfortable. I found I could be around him without overthinking every word or gesture.
Everyone has secrets, things they prefer to keep hidden. Why dig too deeply? We're adults, after all. Privacy is something we both deserve.
"This omelet is really good," I said, breaking the comfortable silence between us. The eggs were perfe
