Ivana's eyes fluttered open, her gaze met with the warm sunlight streaming through the balcony doors. She was disoriented for a moment, until memories of the previous night came flooding back. Julian's passionate kisses, his skilled hands, and the intense connection they shared.
She turned her head, expecting to see Julian beside her. Instead, she found herself alone in the lavish bedroom. A faint scent of his cologne lingered on the pillow.
Ivana sat up, rubbing her temples. Her head spun, and her body felt tender. She had never experienced a night like that before. The intensity, the passion, and the connection with Julian had left her breathless.
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangled in the air. She was still wearing her evening gown, now rumpled and stained. Ivana couldn't help but smile, remembering the way Julian had devoured her.
She stood up, her muscles aching in all the right places. Ivana made her way to the bathroom, where she found a note on the counter:
"Meet me in the garden for breakfast. -J"
Ivana's heart skipped a beat. He was still here, and he wanted to see her again. She felt a flutter in her chest as she began to get ready for their morning rendezvous.
Ivana stood alone, her thoughts swirling. Who was Julian, really? And what was the source of their intoxicating connection?
As she re-entered the ballroom, Ivana spotted Sophia, her best friend, waving her over.
"Spill the tea!" Sophia exclaimed, eyes sparkling. "You and that mysterious stranger...?" Who is he .... With a smirk on her face..
Ivana's cheeks flushed. "It was just a night, Sophia."