Serena’s POV
My phone does not stop vibrating.
It starts before I even open my eyes.
A constant stream of notifications rattling across my nightstand loud enough to drag me awake piece by piece.
For one confused second, I stare at the ceiling trying to remember why my body feels strange.
Then I remember the gala.
The kiss.
Damian.
Heat flashes instantly through my chest.
God.
My hand shoots out toward the nightstand before my brain fully catches up.
The screen lights up with a flood of notifications so aggressive it almost blinds me.
Messages.
Mentions.
News alerts.
Social media tags.
Texts from people I have not spoken to in years suddenly pretending we’re close.
My stomach tightens.
Slowly, I sit up against the headboard and open the first article.
And there we are.
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