(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Unpacking feels like the only thing in my life I can control right now.
I pull a blouse from my suitcase, smooth out the wrinkles and hang it carefully in the wardrobe.
Then another.
And another.
It's repetitive, simple, and for a few minutes it keeps my mind from spiraling.
I reach for another piece of clothing when a knock sounds at the door. I barely have time to react before it opens.
"Oh, hey," I say when I see who it is.
"Hey," Rafa replies, leaning against the doorframe. "What're you up to?"
I gesture vaguely at the open suitcases, the clothes scattered across the bed and the half-filled wardrobe.
"I'm clearly playing basketball, as you can see."
He lets out a quiet, breathy laugh, shaking his head as he pushes off the frame and walks in.
"You know you don't have to do that by yourself," he says. "We have servants for a reason."
"I know," I reply, turning back to the wardrobe. "They offered but I said no."
"Why?"
