Mias POV

By the time we pulled up in front of his house, my palms were slick with sweat. I paid the driver and stepped out, staring up at the elegant building. It was much quieter than the chaotic mess I had just left behind, and I found myself hesitating.

What if this is a mistake?

Before I could second-guess myself, the door opened, and Tristan stood there, his eyes widening slightly when he saw me.

Mia, he said, stepping ...