KIMANI
The smell of coffee and toast greeted me before I even reached the dining room. For once, I wasn’t rushing around in panic over what to wear. My perfectly ironed outfit was already waiting in the wardrobe, and I had woken up early enough to put on light makeup without stabbing myself in the eye with eyeliner.
Alaric was already at the table, nursing his coffee and scrolling through something on his tablet. His tie was still loose around his neck, the picture of unhurried control.
“Morning,” I greeted, sliding into my seat.
He glanced up. “You’re early.”
“First day back,” I said with a shrug, buttering my toast. “Gotta look like I actually want to be there.”
We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he spoke again. “I’ll drop you off.”
I nearly choked on my coffee
