Seraphina's POV
Only after we were comfortable in the luxurious private jet cabin—with its white leather interior and gold details glistening under the soft lighting—did Kaelos finally reveal the purpose of this mysterious trip.
"Switzerland," he said, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. "We're going skiing."
I nearly choked on the water I had just drunk. "Switzerland? Now? But it's already nighttime, and—"
"Relax," he smiled, sitting down on the leather sofa across from me. "We'll arrive tomorrow morning, just in time for White Day. The perfect time for skiing."
My heart stopped beating. White Day. How did he know about…?
"I saw your old f*******: post," he continued as if he could read my mind. "You wrote that you dreamed of skiing in Switze
