REINA

The inside of the limousine felt too quiet for how fast my heart was beating.

Soft leather seats. Dim golden lights running along the edges. The low hum of the engine beneath us as the car glided smoothly through the city. Everything about it screamed luxury and calm.

I felt neither.

My hands rested in my lap, fingers twisting together before I forced them still. My purse laid on the space right beside me, close enough that I could feel its presence like a weight.

Inside it was the gift.

The wristwatch.

The one Domenico had helped me pick.

A small, expensive, perfectly wrapped reminder of something I was...