Arianna’s POV
Finally—my holiday.
The words sounded beautiful just rolling around in my head. Almost musical. Especially after surviving weeks under an arrogant, attractive and stern president who believed rest was a privilege, not a right.
Two months had passed since Charles’ incident.
Two months since fear had ripped through my life and rearranged everything.
And somehow… things had returned to something that resembled normal.
I had gone back to work almost immediately, I told myself it was routine, structure, distraction—but really, I think I was just trying to keep my mind occupied. Camille had took longer time. Her recovery was quieter, slower, filled with therapy appointments and forced rest she hated.
But now?
Now I had a whole week. A goddamned week.
My original plan was
