Victoria's POV
The morning dawned crisp and cold, the faint light of dawn filtering through a thin veil of frost dusting the windowpanes. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out at the icy patterns, lost in thought.
Despite the chill in the room, I could still feel the lingering warmth of Dominic's steady gaze from yesterday. His penetrating eyes had followed me even in my dreams, leaving a mark that I couldn't shake.
No matter how hard I tried to focus, his image resurfaced, stealing my attention like an unwelcome guest. I rubbed my temples, frustration building.
"Enough," I muttered to myself, shaking off the distraction as I rose to dress.
I reached for my usual work attire, pulling on a thick knit sweater and tailored slacks. My fingers lingered briefly on my necklace
