THIRD PERSON POV
Alina woke to the softness of silk sheets brushing against her skin, her body nestled in a bed too large and too luxurious to belong to her. The faint scent of lavender drifted in the air. She blinked, adjusting to the golden light spilling in from tall, curtained windows.
A soft murmur of voices lingered at the edges of her awareness. When she shifted, two women in crisp uniforms were instantly at her side—one offering her water on a silver tray, the other adjusting her pillows as though she were royalty.
“You’re awake,” one said gently. “Take your time. If you need anything, call.”
Still dazed, Alina allowed herself to be guided, helped to her feet. They led her through winding halls until the double doors of a grand sitting room opened before her.
Señor Álvarez was
