Adrian’s POV
My sister slept at my place last night after going on her shopping spree. She couldn’t rest. She kept talking non-stop about the beautiful lady she met, how kind she was, how elegant, how she was different from everyone else, and how she wanted to be closer to her.
At first, I wasn’t really paying attention. Isabella had always been like that easily excited, overly expressive, and impossible to silence once she started. But something about the way she described this “beautiful lady” lingered in my mind longer than I expected.
I didn’t think much of it… until this morning.
The moment I walked into the office, my eyes landed on Amara.
God… she was so beautiful.
No beautiful wasn’t enough to describe what I was seeing. She looked… different today. Refined. Radiant. Like she
