|Casmira's POV|
The private jet touches down smoothly on the tarmac, and I can't help but feel a mixture of relief and dread as the Manhattan skyline comes into view. Our honeymoon is officially over. Reality hits like a tidal wave, and I steel myself, slipping back into the persona the world expects—the cold, calculated businesswoman.
Draven is quiet as we descend the steps of the jet, his face a blank slate. A sleek black limousine is already waiting for us, and his driver, Liam, gives a polite nod as he opens the door. I slide in without a word, and Draven follows, settling across from me with his usual stoic demeanor.
The ride to the Young Conglomerate headquarters is uneventful, filled with the low hum of city traffic and the occasional flicker of Draven's eyes meeting mine before
