Rena’s POV
I wake to the golden glow of morning streaming across my face, warming my skin. But the bed beside me is empty.
Armani’s side is cold.
A small part of me should be relieved—maybe it’s easier this way. No awkward good mornings. No forced smiles. Yet, as I sit up, pushing the covers aside, a hollow ache settles in my chest.
I made the right decision.
Didn’t I?
I exhale sharply, shaking off the thoughts before they take root. There’s no room for doubt, not now. I force myself into motion, heading for the bathroom.
The shower is quick, just enough to wash away the remnants of my restless night. By the time I’m out, I slip into a simple dress, something comfortable but appropriate for this place, and dab on a bit of makeup. Nothing extravagant—I never wear much—but here, in hi
