Serena point of View: The ring is still heavy on my finger the next morning. I barely slept. my body kept jolting awake, bracing for a blow that never came. I'm not used to beds this soft, or silence this loud. This room is massive - cold marble floors, floor to ceiling windows with blackout curtains, a fireplace that probably costs more than my entire tuition. But none of it feels real. Not the clothes folded neatly on the dresser. Not the tray of untouched food at the door. not the fact that I'm now engaged to Damien Alaric. I slip into the clothes- black silk blouse, fitted slacks, heels Sharp enough to stab someone with. The fabric clings to me like it knows it doesn't belong. like it's pretending, too. At precisely nine, the door opens. it isn't Damien. it's a woman. mid-thirties. Fierce cheekbones. slick ponytail. Business suit sharper thank her eyes. she looks me over once, slowly, and doesn't bother hiding her disdain. "I'm Claudia," she says. " Damien's chief of
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