Ariana’s POV
I couldn’t relax.
Not after yesterday.
Not after Adrianne.
Not after the way she looked at me like she already knew.
It felt like something had shifted.
Like the game had changed—
And I was already losing.
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Morning came too fast.
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face.
That smile.
That knowing look.
“You don’t look like her.”
My chest tightened again.
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I forced myself out of bed and got ready.
Careful.
Precise.
Every movement controlled.
If she was watching—
I couldn’t afford another mistake.
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When I stepped downstairs, Damien was already there.
Of course he was.
Always composed.
Always in control.
Like nothing ever touched him.
Unlike me.
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“You’re late.”
His voice was calm.
But sharp enough to make me tense.
“I’m sorr
