Lila's POV
Morning sunlight sliced through my bedroom curtains hitting me square in the face while I groaned rolling over expecting some peace after last night's restaurant revenge feast but instead the doorbell rang sharp and insistent three times before 9 AM like the universe itself conspired against letting me sleep even one extra hour today.
Dragged myself out of bed shuffling to the door in ratty pajamas peeking through the peephole finding two suited delivery guys absolutely stacked with glossy designer boxes the black Birkin crocodile leather shining bright under hallway lights diamond case sparkling dangerously Louboutin heels poking from smaller packages massive bouquet of white roses towering over everything looking exactly like his obsessive signature style that I'd come to b
