STELLA
I tossed my bag into the passenger seat, leaning against the car for a moment as I let out a deep, tired breath. The night air was crisp, cool against my skin, carrying the faint scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen. Behind me, the reception hall still glowed with golden light, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses muffled by distance. It had been a long day—exhausting, but successful. Still, no matter how hard I tried, my mind refused to quiet down.
I blew out a breath, throwing back my head as I stared into the night skies dotted by several stars and satellites. To anyone, this was the perfect night. I mean, to me it was, but my state of mind was in chaos.
My fingers tapped against the car door as flashes of the day played through my head. The dream—God, that dream. It ha
