Stella:
I decided to visit Tristan.
After back-to-back events that nearly drained the life out of me, I finally had a break. My team deserved one, too. They’d worked tirelessly, pushing through late nights and early mornings without a word of complaint. They’d earned their rest. And maybe I’d earned a little indulgence, too.
The thought of seeing Tristan lingered in my mind as I dressed, deliberately choosing a casual yet flattering outfit—a cream sweater that hugged my curves and high-waisted jeans that lengthened my legs. I pulled my hair into a messy bun, letting a few tendrils fall around my face. Satisfied, I grabbed my keys and left.
His estate wasn’t far, but the drive felt endless, and anticipation twisted inside me. I’d never been to his place before, and for some reason, that
