Mireille had just finished taking a bath after working out in the gym house. She sat at the edge of her bed after dressing up in a casual pajamas.

She picked up a book on her bedside desk and pulled it closer to herself. For the past two days, she had been trying everything and anything to not think of Dante but nothing was working out for her.

No matter how many hours she spent reading, working or working out at the gym in the evenings, she still thought of him.

Her eyes ...