Mia’s POV
By the time we pulled up in front of his house, my palms were slick with sweat. I paid the driver and stepped out, staring up at the elegant building. It was much quieter than the chaotic mess I had just left behind, and I found myself hesitating.
What if this is a mistake?
Before I could second-guess myself, the door opened, and Tristan stood there, his eyes widening slightly when he saw me.
“Mia,” he said, stepping forward. “What are you doing here?”
I felt a lump rise in my throat. “I needed to see you. Are you… okay?”
He smiled faintly, his gaze softening as he stepped aside to let me in. “You’re the one sneaking out in the middle of the night, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”
As I entered the house, I couldn’t help but notice how much better he looked. His skin was no
