NO ONE'S POV
She walked over to the shelves with trembling steps, staring blankly at the items arranged there. These were hers. Every single one of them.
There were a few of her private digital sketches printed out, her favorite hairband, and even the exact shade of lip gloss she thought she had dropped under her bed weeks ago. These were small, everyday things that she hadn't even consciously realized were missing from her apartment.
Her eyes widened in absolute shock. What on earth were they doing here? Why would her cold boss have a collection of her personal belongings in his private master bedroom?
A sudden panic surged deep in her chest as an impossible, terrifying thought flashed through her mind. Dante... no, no... it can't be,she whispered, shaking her head aggressively to deny it.
