“It’s time to go, Daciana,” Tristan said gently, his voice soft like the morning breeze drifting through the open windows.
I stirred groggily, sitting upright with a heavy yawn, arms stretching above my head. My body felt sluggish, weighed down by sleep, and a frown tugged at my lips. Why so early?
The moment my eyes adjusted to the light, I blinked in surprise.
Everything was packed.
Neatly folded clothes in suitcases lined by the wall. A cream-colored dress had been carefully laid across the cushions, and beside it, a new pair of heels and a designer handbag I definitely hadn’t seen before.
Tristan stood across the room busy with his phone, leaning casually against the wall. He was already dressed—a fitted navy-blue shirt tucked into black trousers that clung perfectly to his tall,
