Jade followed Júlia into her room while she got ready, the two of them locked in a lively conversation. Júlia was already feeling much more cheerful; she felt lighter, believing that from this point on, her life would finally start falling into place.
“I’m going to go talk to your father. I want to thank him,” Júlia said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude and admiration.
“Go ahead. I’ll head to my room to grab my bag,” Jade replied.
They walked down the hallway together. Jade slipped into her room while Júlia continued toward Heitor’s door and knocked softly.
“Come in,” he called out.
Júlia stepped inside, only to freeze in her tracks. Heitor was wearing nothing but a pair of pants. His hair was still damp from the shower, and the crisp, masculine scent of his cologne filled the
