Mira's POV
The next morning, Luke had already left on a business trip.
I woke up with a little migraine from the drinks, my brain dancing a little salsa in my head. I tried to stand up to call Grace when I saw a bowl of soup in a white tray just beside me. I raised an eyebrow as I wondered if Luke brought it himself or he called Grace to bring it…
Why was I bothered if he called Grace? I asked myself as I shook my head, instantly regretting it. Grabbing the bowl I took my first spoon… it tasted delicious, definitely Grace.
I took my phone, hoping to find something that will take my mind off the splitting headache. The first thing that popped up was Luke's messages on my phone, reminding me to take my medicine…
There was no rush of emotions, no special skip in my heart. It was like an
