Alexander:
The greenhouse was dimly lit, shadows stretching long between rows of glass and greenery. Moonlight filtered through the ceiling panels, bathing everything in silver and quiet.
That’s where I found her.
Alessia sat on a low bench near the back, hands folded in her lap, gaze unfocused as she stared at nothing in particular. She looked… peaceful. Not guarded. Not braced for impact.
For a moment, I simply watched her.
Then I spoke. “What are you doing out here? I thought that you would have gone to rest when Sienna called it a night.”
She turned, surprised for half a heartbeat before smiling at me. A small, genuine smile.
“Thinking,” she said. “I got a little caught in my thoughts. Sienna is aware that I am staying. I was fixing up a few things, organizing here and there. Yo
