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Mia's POVI turned on Zara.“You know what, Zara... why would you say that?” I snapped, pushing myself up from the chair. My legs felt shaky, but the anger rushing through me kept me steady. “Why would you tell him that?”Zara folded her arms defensively. “Because it’s the truth, Mia.”“That doesn’t mean you announce it to strangers!” I shot back.Nikolas stood awkwardly between us, his eyes moving from me to Zara and back again, clearly realizing he had walked into something far messier than he expected.“He’s not a stranger, Mia,” Zara argued. “And I think by now, you'll see he cares about you.”“You don’t know that!” I said sharply. “You don’t even know him.”“Well, I know he's not the person who made you cry!” she fired back.“That’s not the point,” I snapped. “This is my business, not his.”Nikolas raised a hand gently. “Hey… maybe I should—”“No,” I interrupted, glaring at Zara. “She needs to explain why she thought it was okay to expose my private life like that.”Zara rolled h

Mia's POVAfter our picnic date came to an end, Nikolas couldn't take his eyes off me. On our drive back home, Nikolas kept glancing at me with that soft smile of his, replaying little moments from the picnic, teasing me about how many cupcakes I’d eaten and how I pretended not to enjoy them.I laughed along, but somewhere at the back of my mind, there was a quiet nervousness I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was fear. Or maybe it was just the strange feeling of knowing that my life was slowly changing and I wasn’t fully in control of it anymore.When he finally pulled up in front of my house, the sky was already dark, and the streetlights were on.“You're home now. All safe and sound,” Nikolas said, turning off the engine.“Thank you for today,” I replied. “I really had fun.”“I’m glad.”He came around to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out, still smiling. Then everything inside me froze.Standing right by my front entrance, leaning against the

Mia's POVA few weeks later, final exams were finally over. No more late-night cramming. No more waking up with anxiety twisting in my stomach. No more pacing around the house reciting definitions under my breath.Just… freedom.I hadn’t realized how heavy the semester had been until it lifted off my shoulders, and somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, something else had changed too.Nikolas and I.After I broke up with Alan, I expected to feel lonely. I thought there would be a gap, a hollow space where he used to be.Nikolas never rushed me. He never asked invasive questions about my breakup. He never made me feel pressured to define whatever we were becoming.He would pick me up after exams with iced coffee exactly the way I liked it. He’d sit with me during my study breaks, talking about the luxury high-rise he was overseeing downtown, explaining architectural details with so much passion that I found myself staring at him instead of listening.Sometimes I went with him to hi

Mia's POVI held Mr. Eric's card between my fingers as I drove home that night, glancing at it more times than I cared to admit. It sat on the passenger seat like it meant something, and I didn’t understand why.By the time I got back to the estate, the house was quiet. Dinner had long ended, and the staff moved around in peace. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear Miles laughing—probably on a call, probably being dramatic about something.I slipped upstairs without announcing my return.Once I was inside my room, I kicked off my heels, letting them fall somewhere behind me. I pulled the card out again, ran my thumb over the smooth surface. Then I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at it.What was I even supposed to say?Hi, it’s Mia. The girl who interrupted your dinner?Or—Hi, I don’t know why I’m calling, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you since dinner.I groaned softly, falling back onto the bed.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered to myself.It was just a card, but still…

Mia's POV By the time I stepped out of the house, I felt like a criminal because I had managed to dodge breakfast, my mother, and any further discussion about the grand, life-altering, absolutely unnecessary graduation party she was planning for me. It took careful timing, a bit of quiet footwork, and slipping out just as the staff got distracted with something in the kitchen, but I did it. And now, as I slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door behind me, I let out a long breath. “Freedom,” I muttered under my breath, starting the engine. I adjusted my hands on the steering wheel, trying to ignore the way my heart was already beating a little faster than normal. I exhaled slowly, pulling out of the estate gates and onto the road. And by the time I pulled up in front of the restaurant, my nerves had settled just enough for me to pretend I was completely normal. I stepped out of the car, smoothing down my outfit instinctively before heading inside. The restaurant was elegant