The sun bathed the Parisian sky in warm hues as she opened her eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no cold glares, no suffocating expectations, no dark gazes watching her from across the room.
Just her.
She sat up in bed, smiled to herself, and whispered, "Today’s mine."
After a quick shower, she tied her hair into a loose ponytail and slipped into a cozy denim jacket, a white tee, and jeans. Her sneakers squeaked softly against the polished floor as she walked downstairs for breakfast. The mansion staff greeted her politely, and she returned the gesture with a soft nod.
Dominic wasn’t there.
Good. She didn’t want his voice echoing in her head this morning.
She ate a light breakfast, checked the clock, and then quietly slipped out the front door—without say
