Dami’s POV

The morning light slipped through the sheer curtains. I stood before the mirror, adjusting the buttons of my cream silk blouse, the faint clink of metal echoing in the still air.

My reflection looked calm and composed

but inside, a thousand thoughts in my head.

My conversation with Doman earlier replayed in my mind.

I asked if there was something going on between him and Sophia. His hesitation had been brief but heavy. He denied it firmly, even gently but something in his tone ...