Brian POV
I would’ve given her a lecture or two on how to pack properly if she wasn’t sick and lying in bed.
I ransacked all her bags and all I saw were a few clothes, tons of perfumes, and oil stacked neatly in a black mini box.
There was another suitcase the same size, but this one was full of lingerie.
A smaller case held her hair products.
With all this, you’d think she packed an equal amount of clothes to balance things out—but no, she brought a handful of rope-like outfits.
Yes, I’m a preacher of smelling good, but I also believe in doing things in the right proportion.
“Are these all you brought?” I asked, glancing at her with disbelief as I held up the barely-there top between my fingers.
She gave a weak nod, her lashes heavy, eyes dull with fever but still carrying a trace
