Ariana’s POV
Morning came too quickly.
I didn’t even remember falling asleep.
For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, disoriented. The soft sheets beneath me, the unfamiliar scent in the air—it all felt distant, like I was in someone else’s life.
Then it hit me.
The wedding.
The mansion.
Damien.
My chest tightened instantly.
I sat up slowly, my head spinning slightly as I adjusted to the light streaming through the curtains. My body still felt weak, heavy… like I hadn’t rested at all.
Of course I hadn’t.
How could I?
I turned my head toward the couch.
Empty.
A small crease in the cushion was the only sign he had been there.
He was already gone.
I exhaled softly, not sure if I felt relieved… or unsettled.
Before I could think further, there was a knock on th
