Elise's pov

I was moving.

Or rather being placed on something.

I woke up with a start. The surface beneath me was soft as I blinked up to find Sebastian’s face hovering about mine, a sheepish look replacing the mischievous look I was used to.

“Sorry,” he murmured as he set me gently down on what felt like a couch. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

I sat up, blinking the sleep from my eyes. “It’s fine,” I whispered, smoothing my dress. “I couldn’t have slept ...