DALIA
The morning sun filtered through the pale curtains of the new house… well, not exactly new but Zane had bought it back for me, spilling light across the marble floor like it owned the place. I stretched on the soft bed, sipping my orange juice with a slow smile. It wasn’t exactly the estate I deserved, but it was something. A small, sweet victory. I can’t wait to finally move into his new house.
Zane was nowhere to be seen, but I took it with good heart. Where is he anyways?
He had provided a house… that meant something, didn’t it? He wasn’t mad at me anymore, at least not as much as before. Maybe this was his way of softening, his slow path to completely forgiving me. A hint that I could still worm my way back into his life where I belonged. Without Tessa.
Ugh, Tessa. I gripp
