Chapter 33

• The next morning, Danielle found herself standing at the massive kitchen island in Alexander’s penthouse, cradling a cup of tea as the soft hum of the city filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
• The events of the previous day still clung to her like a thin veil—meeting Alexander’s parents, their quiet scrutiny, Theo’s beaming smile as he dragged her through the garden.
• And the way Alexander’s hand had brushed against hers in the car, grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected.