Mirabelle's POV:
When I woke up, I realized that Noah wasn’t beside me. I frowned, glancing around the room. He wasn’t in the bathroom either. The sound of running water was absent. I pushed back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor against my feet.
I padded downstairs, and as I reached the kitchen, I found Jamie busy at the counter, preparing breakfast.
“Hey, Jamie,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “Have you seen Noah?”
She looked up. “Oh, good Ma'am! He had to rush out. All dressed up, too. I think he went to the office.”
“Thanks.” I turned to leave but Jamie called out after me.
“Wait a second!”
I turned back to see her scratching her head shyly. “What is it?”
“You, um, have a little stain on your clothes.” She pointed with a knowing
