CAMILLA RYDER
There was something about the night that didn’t sit right with me. The air felt too still, too heavy, like the calmness before a storm.
Maybe it was the strange energy left behind after the run-in with Lorenzo this morning. Or maybe… it was just me. Either way, I couldn’t shake the feeling.
As I stepped out of the shower, steam curling around me, my eyes darted to the wall clock.
It was 10:10 PM.
Was he still going to show up for the date? Or was this just another one of Lorenzo’s twisted little games again?
I hadn’t realized how much I’d been thinking about it—about him—until this moment. The anticipation that bloomed in my chest annoyed me. I let out a quiet sigh and shook my head, disappointed in myself.
I hated Lorenzo. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that. I knew
