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Julia's POV The Sinclair mansion was so huge that getting lost had become part of my daily routine. After spending most of the morning in my room, I decided I couldn't stay indoors any longer. I needed fresh air. I needed space. Most importantly, I needed a break from thinking about Noah Sinclair. Unfortunately, that last one proved impossible. I walked through the gardens behind the mansion, admiring the colorful flowers and perfectly trimmed hedges. The grounds seemed endless. Money really could buy almost anything. As I strolled along a stone pathway, laughter caught my attention. I glanced toward the pool. The same three people I had seen from my bedroom window yesterday were there again. Noah. The blonde girl. And the dark-haired guy. The girl was lounging beside the pool while the two guys were in the water. I immediately considered turning around. The last thing I wanted was another awkward encounter with Noah. Unfortunately, fate had other

Julia's POV The moment I stepped inside the party hall, I was overwhelmed. Music blasted from giant speakers, shaking the walls and floor beneath my feet. The room was packed with teenagers and young adults. Some were dancing wildly in the center of the room, while others gathered around tables drinking and laughing. Flashing lights filled the space. The entire place felt chaotic. For a moment, I stood near the entrance, feeling completely out of place. I scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. Then I found them. Noah and Mason were standing near the bar. Both were looking directly at me. Mason's face immediately lit up. Noah's expression didn't change. He simply stared. Mason excused himself from Noah and made his way toward me. His smile widened as he approached. "Wow." I laughed. "What?" "You look beautiful." I rolled my eyes. "You're being dramatic." "No, seriously." His gaze swept over me. "You look amazing." "Thank you."

Julia's POV I couldn't sleep. Again. Ever since moving to London, sleep had become harder and harder to find. Maybe it was because everything had changed so quickly. Maybe it was because I missed Chicago. Or maybe it was because my life had become far more complicated than I ever imagined. I rolled over and glanced at the clock. 1:17 AM. Great. I groaned and threw the blanket aside. There was no point lying in bed any longer. Maybe a glass of water would help. Quietly, I slipped out of my room and made my way downstairs. The mansion was completely silent. The staff had gone to bed hours ago. The only sound came from the grandfather clock somewhere down the hallway. The kitchen lights were dim. I grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water. After drinking it, I leaned against the counter. Still not sleepy. I sighed. Maybe some fresh air would help. I headed toward the back doors that led to the gardens. But before I reached them, move

Julia's POV The week passed faster than I expected. Before I knew it, London was starting to feel less like a place I had been forced to move to and more like home. University was going great. I had already made a few friends, my classes were interesting, and I was settling into my new routine. But the biggest surprise of all was Noah. Things between us had changed. A lot. We weren't fighting anymore. At least not every five minutes. We spent time together almost every day. He drove me to school. We ate lunch together between lectures. We talked during the drive home. Sometimes we even texted. Okay, maybe not long conversations. But still. Progress. The more time I spent with him, the more confused I became. Because the Noah I had imagined before moving to London didn't exist. The real Noah was different. He was funny. Protective. Smart. And when he forgot to act tough, he could actually be sweet. Not that I would ever tell him that.

Julia's POV The entire week after the welcome reception felt like a dream. Every day, Noah and I grew closer. What had started as arguments and misunderstandings had turned into late-night conversations, shared smiles, and stolen moments whenever we could find them. For the first time since arriving in London, I felt truly happy. And Noah seemed different too. Lighter. Happier. Less guarded. The walls he had built around himself were slowly coming down. Saturday evening found us alone in the mansion. Our parents had attended a charity gala in the city. Most of the staff had retired for the night. Noah and I were sitting in the home theater watching a movie. At least, that was what we were supposed to be doing. Instead, we spent most of the evening talking. Talking about our dreams. Our fears. Our future. The things we wanted from life. At some point, the conversation faded into comfortable silence. Noah reached for my hand. I let him. Th