NORA
I step out of the bathroom feeling like I've been wrung out and left to dry. My body aches from the long day of filming, and all I want is something sweet. My favorite dessert. Those delicate pistachio macarons from the little patisserie near the resort. I've been thinking about them since this morning.
I'm halfway to the bed when a sharp knock sounds at the door.
My bare feet pad across the floor as I cautiously approach the door. I peek through the peephole first.
It's Marcellus.
I exhale, some of the tension leaving my shoulders, and open the door.
He stands there, looking unfairly handsome even while clearly exhausted. In one hand, he holds a beautiful bouquet of white lilies and soft pink roses. In the other hand, he's holding a small white box from the patisserie.
My favo
