~ Isabella’s POV

Lucian stood up after our conversation, a warm smile still lingering on his face. “Come on, let me walk you back to your room,” he said, offering me his hand.

I slipped my hand into his, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine. My heart was still racing from everything that had just happened, his words, the promise of a future where I could finally follow my passion. I was in a daze of happiness, and his touch made everything feel even more surreal.

As we walked ...