Ella's POV.

“Whatever,” I grumbled, pulling the duvet to my chin like it could hide me from her judgment.

“Well, I hope nothing else happened. ‘Cause this is definitely not what you were wearing last night, and now you’re swimming in his designer shirt.” She narrowed her eyes. “Who changed you?”

I hadn’t even considered that. My blood ran cold as I looked down at the shirt. The faint scent of mint brought him rushing back into my mind, along with the quiet trace of his presence that still seemed to cling to the fabric.

“He must have… called a female staff? Or…”

I had no answer.

Sylvie’s smirk softened...