SERENA'S POV
The following morning arrived slowly and dull. I woke by myself in the spacious bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, the room silent except for the faint sound of the house coming to life downstairs. My eyes were swollen due to all the crying yesterday. Luca's note was still on the nightstand where I had left it. I hadn't touched it.
I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the heavy feeling settle into my chest. Everything inside still hurt—the kind of pain that doesn't have a name but refuses to go away.
I drew the blanket up and shut my eyes once more, wishing to fall asleep again for a bit longer.
No luck.
The door opened gently with a soft click.
Two maids came in, the elder one holding a small tray, the younger one with fresh towels draped over her arms. They moved as if they owned the morning; their footsteps light but firm.
