Morning light streamed through Chloe's guest bedroom window, waking me from a deep, peaceful sleep. The events of last night—Liam's surprise serenade, the confrontation between the two groups of men, and our dramatic exit—felt like a dream now.
I stretched, hearing voices and laughter drifting from the kitchen. The scent of coffee pulled me from the comfort of the bed.
"Well, look who's finally awake," Chloe called as I shuffled into her spacious kitchen.
The others were already gathered around the island countertop, mugs in hand, still in pajamas.
"Coffee," I mumbled, accepting the steaming cup Thea handed me.
"How did you sleep?" Jessica asked, spreading cream cheese on her bagel.
"Better than I have in weeks," I admitted, taking a grateful sip. "No work stress, no Liam drama—just peace."
Scarlett snorted. "After the show those men put on last night, I doubt peace will last long."
