Sienna’s POV

Morning came softly. The kind of morning that didn’t feel real yet. The kind where sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, where dust motes drifted lazily like tiny stars, and where everything seemed too quiet after a storm.

Rhett was still asleep beside me, his arm draped loosely across my waist, his breathing slow and steady. The engagement ring glinted faintly on my finger. I should’ve been floating, glowing with happiness, replaying the night he’d asked me to be his ...