Alex’s POV
By 6 a.m., I was already dressed. The cool morning air wafted through my window. I paced nervously, smoothing the pleats of my skirt over and over. I didn’t know why I was so anxious. Maybe it was the thought of going to meet the chancellor of a prestigious business school, or maybe it was something else entirely—something about this house, about the brothers, about the way my entire life had been upended in the span of a day.
At exactly 7 a.m., I made my way to the dining room for breakfast. I wanted to seem calm, confident, composed, like someone who belonged here.
When I stepped inside, the room was empty, save for Rhett, who was seated at the table, eating a bowl of cereal and scrolling through something on his tablet.
He barely looked up when I entered.
“Good morning,”
