Alina’s POV
In my own room, I changed into proper pajamas and slipped under the covers, but sleep wouldn’t come.
My mind kept replaying the conversation, picking apart every word, every gesture.
He’d agreed so easily.
Too easily, maybe.
And the way he’d looked at me when he promised to handle it… there had been something genuine there, something warm that I had never seen.
He always had a guarded and untrusting look towards me, but tonight, there was none of that.
‘He was different ‘, I thought, staring up at the ceiling.
‘ A little Softer, somehow.’
Sebastian never tells me if he was going to a gala without me, I just watch him go. And when he wants me to go, he commands it. But he told me when he was leaving for the party, even though he left with someone else.
He even pro
