Kiara:
I open my eyes to a very comfortable environment, but a sharp pain courses through my head, reminding me of the accident.
I hear a familiar voice. “You’re awake.”
I look up to see Mr. Fernandez in a robe, holding a wine glass. I sit up, examining my surroundings. It’s clear I’m not at Zane’s place, and this place seems way better. It is cozy and has a warm aesthetic compared to Zane’s.
“What happened? How did I get here?” I ask, and he walks up to me, his handsome face sporting a small smile.
“I’m sorry for what happened. My chauffeur ran into you, but you barely had a scratch,” he says, taking a sip from his glass.
“But I can’t say the same for my ride,” he adds, gesturing towards me. I rub the back of my neck, muttering an apology.
The room falls silent for a moment.
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