CHAPTER 55
Rena
The morning sunlight streams through the gauzy curtains of our bedroom at Del Rossi, casting everything in a gentle golden glow. I stretch lazily, my hand instinctively moving to the empty space beside me where Armani should be. The sheets are cool to the touch—he's been up for a while.
I sit up slowly, mindful of my growing belly, and reach for the glass of water on my nightstand. As I take a sip, I catch sight of myself in the mirror across the room—hair tousled from sleep, cheeks flushed, eyes brighter than I've seen them in years. There's something different about me now, something I'm still getting used to seeing.
I look... happy.
It's been three months since that day by the lake, since Armani and I decided to start fresh. Three months of rediscovering each other
