Giselle

I open my eyes, feeling disoriented, trying to remember what happened yesterday. But the moment I realize I’m in Nathan’s room, my stomach twists, and I sit up abruptly.

“You shouldn’t move so fast, you could get dizzy and—”

“What am I doing here?” I snap coldly, standing up, slipping on my ballet flats, and without waiting for an answer, I start looking for my purse. I spot it on one of the dressers.

“You fainted yesterday, so I brought you our home. I couldn’t ...