Camilla stepped into the penthouse, sighing as she slipped off her heels. The day had been nothing short of exhausting, her patience fraying at the seams. Kevin's warning still echoed in her mind, unwanted and unnecessary, making her feel as if she were constantly having to defend her choices.
Work had been relentless, and on top of it all, an ache had settled deep inside her, an irritation she couldn't ignore, one that had nothing to do with her stress and everything to do with Enzo.
She reached for the buttons of her dress, eager to strip away the day along with the fabric clinging to her skin, already picturing the comfort of a hot shower when she hesitated.
Something felt off.
It took her less than a second to realize what it was.
The living room wasn't empty.
Her fingers paused
