Elena’s POV
The next morning, sunlight poured through my window, warming my face and pulling me out of a deep, peaceful sleep. I stretched, reliving the moments from the previous night. My heart was light, a sensation I hadn’t felt in so long. Oliver’s words replayed in my mind—his apology, his promise. And the kiss. My cheeks flushed at the thought.
But as the warm feeling lingered, so did the weight of reality. Loving Oliver wasn’t just about the two of us; it was about navigating the storm we’d unleashed. Chloe and Hailey wouldn’t sit idly by. And Lucas—his brief appearance last night left me unsettled. Why was he there? What had he wanted to say?
A knock interrupted my thoughts.
“Come in,” I called, sitting up and brushing my hair back.
Beauty entered, her cheerful smile brighteni
