Chapter 8 Ghosted
- Ariana’s POV
- The soft rustle of cotton sheets stirred her from a hazy slumber.
- Ariana’s eyelashes fluttered open to a pale morning light seeping through towering glass windows. The air smelled like cedarwood and expensive cologne. She sat up slowly, muscles sore and head foggy. A warm robe had been wrapped around her, and beneath that… a silk nightdress she didn’t remember putting on.