Sonia’s POV
The morning sun fell through my bedroom window in soft, golden beams, painting the room in warmth and promise. I woke with a lightness I hadn’t felt in months, no grief, no hesitation, just the quiet thrill of anticipation buzzing through my veins. My bags sat neatly packed by the door, carefully arranged as though each item held its own secret purpose. A blush rose to my cheeks as I thought of Alexander, already downstairs, probably impatient and impossibly calm at the same time.
I dressed carefully, choosing a flowing blouse that hinted at ease but didn’t scream attention, paired with fitted jeans and comfortable flats. Every detail mattered; not for anyone else, but for him. He had that way of noticing the small things, the slightest twist of my hair, the subtle color of m
