The alarm clock rang softly, but Celina was already awake. For the first time in weeks, she had slept well, without turbulent dreams or intense nausea. She felt lighter, as if the previous night had relieved some of the weight she had been carrying on her shoulders.

She stretched, picked up her phone, and saw a new message from Gabriel on the screen.

"Good morning, beautiful. Have an amazing trip. And come back soon so I can see you again."

Celina smiled to herself, feeling a pleasant warmth in her chest. She replied with a simple "Thanks, Gabriel! Talk to you later," and headed for the shower.

After getting ready, she took some medicine for nausea—an essential precaution for the long trip to Dubai. She went downstairs and found Tatiana in the kitchen drinking juice.

"Did you sleep well?" her friend asked, handing her a glass of peach juice.

"For the first time in a long time," Celina replied, sitting down at the table.

"It must have been the influence of the handsome singer," T