ISLA’S POV
I woke up slowly, feeling the soft light filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, peaceful. For a second, I just lay there, trying to hold onto the calm feeling that came with sleep. But then reality hit me, and I realized Oliver wasn’t beside me.
The bed felt colder than it had the night before.
I sat up, heart racing. Was it all a dream? Had Oliver really been so kind to me yesterday? The softness in his touch, his apology… it all felt like something out of a fairy tale, and yet, I knew it couldn’t have been a dream. It had felt too real, too vivid. But now, with the bed empty and quiet, I couldn’t help but doubt myself.
I stood up slowly and went to the bathroom to freshen up. The cool water splashed against my face, and I stared at myself in the mirror, trying
