~Tiara
I was fast asleep, buried under the soft layers of my bed, when the sound of the door creaking open woke me. My lashes fluttered slightly, but I kept my eyes shut, feigning sleep.
The footsteps were rushed, almost frantic, and I didn’t need to peek to know who it was. Giovanni. The heavy scent of his cologne filled the room, sharp and intoxicating, making my chest tighten against my will.
He was moving quickly, opening drawers, rustling papers. Then came the soft clink of a toothbrush being tossed into its holder and the slam of a laptop shutting.
Where on earth is he going this early? I wondered, barely managing to keep my breathing steady.
A thud followed, likely him stuffing a file into his bag, and I heard him muttering something under his breath before the door cli
