Gianna.
I spent the entire day wishing the clock would hurry up and trip over itself. Every lecture dragged, every minute stretched thin, my focus slipping back to one thing and one thing only. Alina.
By the time my last class ended, relief rushed through me so fast it left my chest light.
I waited by my car, keys dangling loosely from my fingers. When I finally saw her weaving through the crowd, my pulse jumped.
Her steps slowed when she spotted me, and without meaning to, my face softened. My eyes warmed, my lips curving upward before I could stop it.
She slid into the passenger seat, tossing her bag at her feet.
“Have you told mum?” she asked, fastening her seatbelt as the door shut with a soft thud.
I started the engine. “Nope. She’s still at work with Marcus. So you’ll see he
