Silver walked into the mansion, exhaustion weighing down every step like a chain. The long day, the stress of the upcoming launch, and the awkward silence between her and Lorenzo were all starting to take a toll. Her heels clicked faintly against the marble floor as she passed the grand staircase. Natalie and the guys didn't linger, murmuring their goodnights before retreating to their rooms. Silver didn't say much either—she was too tired to pretend.
As soon as she stepped into her suite, she peeled off her clothes and headed for the bathroom. The warm water soothed her aching muscles, steam curling around her like a soft embrace. After a long soak, she changed into a pair of silk pajamas, her hair still damp as she tied it into a loose bun. She padded barefoot downstairs, her footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting.
She found the butler in the hallway and approached him with a tired yet hopeful look. "Is Lorenzo home?"
