Oriana’s POV

Laying my eyes on Robin reignited that dormant flame inside of me. The first thing we did after leaving Wyatt’s office was get me some actual clothes, so I didn’t have to walk around in Robin’s t-shirt. As much as I enjoyed how he was looking at me while I wore it.

There was this petite girl named Winifred at the clothing line who offered me some of her clothes while she hung up freshly cleaned linens. She was sweet. A few years younger than me.

I was ...