Lilith’s Pov

I blinked against the soft rays of sunlight pouring through the curtains.

The warmth danced on my skin like a gentle kiss from the universe, and for once, I didn’t wake up in panic. No screaming phone calls. No obsessive text messages. Just… quiet.

For a moment, I let myself smile.

I checked the time—9:04 AM.

Damn.

I had somewhere to be. But I lingered in bed, staring at the ceiling, fingers tracing invisible shapes on the blanket. “So this is what it feels like,” I whispered. “To be a business owner. An art gallery owner.”

It felt surreal. Weird. Amazing. Nerve-wracking. Like I was standing at the...