Sunlight’s blasting through those giant windows again, practically showing off on the marble floors of Selene’s suite. Everything’s spotless—curtains, vases, all that over-the-top crap. Seriously, it’s the kind of setup you see in some influencer’s feed when they’re trying way too hard to flex. Selene? She’d ditch all that glitz in a heartbeat just to step outside and actually breathe.
Silk and orchids or not, it’s still a cage.
She’s out on the balcony, arms wrapped tight around herself, staring at the world below. Out there, it’s all neat hedges and fountains—like someone took a ruler to nature. Beyond that, the sky’s just begging her to run for it. Too bad she’s stuck here, all because of a last name and a ring that still feels weird on her finger.
Raymond? Gone before sunrise. She c
