The next morning, Bianca woke up to find Adrian's side of the bed empty. Blinking against the soft morning light, her eyes fell on a small note on the nightstand.
I went to the office first.
You were sleeping so peacefully,
I didn't want to wake you.
Don't forget to eat.
I made breakfast for you.
Bianca smiled softly as she read Adrian's message. She then made her way to the kitchen, curious to see what he had prepared for her. On the table sat fried rice with a perfectly cooked sunny-side-up egg on top. Little gestures like this, so thoughtful, so simple always made her heart flutter.
As she took a bite, her mind drifted to Rafael. Being with Adrian made her automatically compare the two. Rafael had been kind and attentive, yes—but he had never made her heart race like Adrian did. He was quiet, guarded, and careful with his feelings. She had only known about his engagement to Miranda because Miranda had told her.
