Mila POV
I woke up early, the remnants of last night's turmoil clinging to me like a damp blanket. The morning light seeped through the curtains, illuminating the heavy silence in the room. A dull ache settled in my chest as I glanced at Armando, still asleep, his features soft in the early glow. I wanted to reach out to him, to bridge the growing void between us, but something held me back. I rolled out of bed carefully, not wanting to disturb him, and made my way to the bathroom.
Cool water splashed against my face, refreshing yet sobering. I studied my reflection, exhaustion and determination staring back at me. After a quick bath, I dressed quietly in a simple blouse and jeans, choosing comfort over anything else. Tonight is the New Year's Eve party, and soon I will be out of here. I cannot wait.
I made my way to the hall to put the finishing touches on the decorations and oversee the catering arrangements for the celebration.
