Chapter 18 I Might Just Listen

• The party had ended and Nicholas had taken Seraphina back home.
• Seraphina lay in bed staring at the ceiling, her thoughts refusing to quiet down. Sleep felt impossible. No matter how much she tried to close her eyes and shut it all out, the weight of the day pressed against her chest. The flashing cameras, the questions, the whispers,it all replayed in her mind. She had wanted to believe the magazine would be enough to change how people saw her, but deep down she was still afraid. Afraid that no matter what she did, she would always be remembered only as Zane’s ex-girlfriend.
• She got out of bed and pulled a robe around her shoulders before slipping into the hallway. The villa was silent, all the staffs had gone to the workers quarters . She found herself wandering until she reached the garden. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers, and it calmed her for a moment.