SABRINA
Seth left me in a very puzzled state. My conversation with him kept replaying in my head. Honestly, I am a mess, a complete total mess.
"Why are you asking me that, Seth?" I said, my voice tinged with uncertainty as I grappled with how to frame my response to his unexpected inquiry. Seth's expression appeared clouded by confusion, and I was cautious not to exacerbate his bewilderment with my words.
The sleek car glided smoothly to a stop in my driveway. With practiced precision, Seth's driver and security detail disembarked, their departure offering us some privacy. Seth's unwavering focus remained fixed upon me. "Sabrina," he murmured gently, his voice akin to a caress, "I am genuinely interested in understanding your feelings. Is there a possibility that you will see me more
