Natalie's pov
I deliberately woke up an hour earlier than usual. Not because Kian had told me to. But because I wanted to leave before he could.
There was absolutely no universe where I was willingly getting into a car with him.
I finished dressing, shoved my laptop into my backpack, grabbed my phone, then quietly slipped out of my room.
The mansion was unusually peaceful.
The smell of coffee drifted from downstairs. One of the maids dusted a painting near the staircase while Butler Jeffrey arranged fresh flowers in the entrance hall.
“Good morning, Miss,” He said, as polite as usual, the moment he saw me.
“Morning, Jeff,” I responded.
He scrunched his nose at my nickname
“I trust you'll be travelling with Master Kian?” He asked, his attention back to the flowers.
“No.” I answe
