Serena’s POV

Monday morning hit hard, but I was determined to sleep through it.

After a weekend of dodging Victor Crane’s goons and dancing in that crazy club, I deserved a break and my bed was a sanctuary with the blankets cocooning me against the world’s chaos.

But at nine sharp in the evening, Mia’s insistent knocking shattered my peace.

The door creaked open, and she barged in, her arms wrapped around a large, pristine white box, her brown eyes sparkling with ...