Morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of Alina’s villa, the warmth teasing her awake. For a fleeting moment, she forgot where she was. But as her eyes adjusted to the lavish decor and her hand brushed against the ring on her finger, reality came crashing back.
She was engaged. To Adrian King.
A soft knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. She quickly threw on a robe and opened the door, only to find Adrian standing there, his usual composed demeanor firmly in place.
“Good morning,” he greeted, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. “I thought you might need this.”
Alina blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. “Thank you,” she murmured, taking the cup.
He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “You’ll want to
