Ivan leaned in close and kissed me. He held me tight, his lips brushing softly against mine, making my heart race as I became lost in the moment. As much as I tried to deny it, deep down, I knew I was in love with him.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and we pulled apart. My gaze shifted to the doorway as Mrs. Carlos entered. The look on her face hinted she was up to something. Ivan, still holding my hand, gave me a look that brought an involuntary smile to my face.

“Vera, how are you feeling?” Mrs. Carlos asked, her smile obviously fake. She didn’t wait for my...