**Ophelia’s POV**I don’t know what time is now. It’s already dark outside, and this room feels so quiet. When I peeked out at the courtyard where the party took place, only waiters were left, cleaning up the mess. There were no guests left—not even Nix. The good news is, I feel much more refreshed now, and I’m no longer sleepy. But the problem is, I’m starving. The food Nix gave me is still here, but it’s cold. And just as I was heating it up, my phone rang. I thought it was a message from Nix, but it turned out to be a message from Elio. Oh, I forgot to delete and block his number. That’s what I should’ve done first after that night. It wasn’t just one message—there were actually dozens of them, sent ever since the night I left his house. I hadn’t read any of them because I hadn’t touched my phone since that day. Now that I’m reading them, I just want to laugh. They’re the stupidest messages I’ve ever read. Does Elio think I’ll soften just because of a few sweet messages? Ev
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