Earlier That Day
(Sanya's POV)
I finish breakfast prep in record time.
Usually, cooking for the Stone family takes until mid-morning. Today, I'm done by eight AM.
Because today is different.
Today, Tyron is taking me to dinner.
I clean the kitchen quickly, delegating tasks to servants with efficient precision. Manage the household errands. Check with Sofia about the evening meal for the family.
By five PM, I'm finally free.
I practically run to my room, heart pounding with something I haven't felt in weeks.
Hope.
It's probably foolish. Tyron has proven over and over that he's incapable of real kindness. That any softness is just manipulation wrapped in pretty words.
But maybe—just maybe—this dinner will be different.
Maybe we can start over. Find some kind of peace.
Maybe I ca
