Serena’s POV

The morning sun shone softly through the sheer curtains of the guest room in Daniel’s penthouse, painting everything in a warm, golden haze that felt almost too peaceful after last night’s chaos. I sat on the edge of the massive king-sized bed, still wrapped in the soft silk robe. My emerald gown from the party neatly hung in the closet like a reminder of everything that had happened.

I hadn’t slept well, my mind replaying Mia’s scared voice on the phone.

A soft knock ...