Suitcases lined the edge of my bed like I was moving to Mars.
Maybe not literally, but it felt that way. With things between Liam and me ending on such a sour note, this tour with Mason felt like the escape I didn’t know I needed. I wasn’t just running from drama. I was sprinting, suitcase in hand.
I folded a few outfits with care, mostly comfy travel pieces, a few dresses, makeup I barely used, because Sophia’s voice haunted my conscience, and a red lipstick I hadn’t touched in days. Just in case I needed to feel bold.
My phone buzzed.
Mason: We’re outside.
I grabbed my bags, took one last look around the room, and locked up.
Outside, Mason leaned against a sleek black SUV, sunglasses on, hoodie up, his signature cool energy on full display. His driver, a sharp-looking man in all bl
