KATALEYA'S POV

When I said I had a plan, I was lying.

I was a twenty-four-year-old woman standing in the lobby of a luxury hotel, wearing an oversized hoodie and leggings. My hair was tied in a messy bun that had completely fallen apart during the trip.

And I had no plan at all.

My only goal was simple.

Don't think about Dante.

And don't have a mental breakdown in public.

That was it.

Three days had passed since I cried my eyes out at the office.

Three days of packing and unpacking the ...