Alessia:
The hotel lights glowed warm against the night, glass and gold reflecting a version of myself I barely recognized anymore.
Happy.
Content.
I stood there for a moment, just inside the suite, taking it in. Not the space, I’d grown up around luxury, marble floors and silk curtains didn’t impress me, but the feeling in my chest.
I was free.
And I was doing something that I knew I would have been severely punished if I thought about doing elsewhere. Allowing myself to breathe without worrying about consequence.
Alexander closed the door behind us, the soft click echoing louder than it should have. When I turned to him, he was already watching me, that unreadable expression in his eyes that always made my heart stutter.
“You’re smiling,” he said. “And it is reaching your eyes.”
