Alina Pov

The café smelled of warm pastries and fresh coffee, just the way I liked it when I arrived early that morning. I had barely finished arranging the muffins when the bell above the door jingled, and I looked up.

A woman stepped in, moving with the kind of casual grace that made it seem as though she had belonged here all along.

Shoulder-length blonde hair, sharp green eyes, a round face that is accentuated with perfectly curved brows, a pointed nose, and tiny lips that need a filler. ...