Grace's POV
Frustration consumed me as desperation crept in—the bitter cold was becoming unbearable.
My luggage yielded nothing useful, just an assortment of designer handbags and overpriced shoes gathering dust.
The only worthwhile items were the collection of sultry dresses I'd packed for what I'd imagined would be passionate nights with Carlos.
Gritting my teeth, I knew hypothermia would claim me if I didn't act fast. I yanked out every dress and wrapped them around my body like makeshift armor against the cold, not caring as fabric tore under my desperate hands. Survival trumped vanity—I needed warmth, nothing else mattered.
I slipped on one shoe and pressed every designer bag against my exposed skin. Even after draping the bedsheet over everything, the cold still bit through my improvised cocoon.
What I desperately needed was a proper winter coat—something thick and insulated, not these flimsy garments and accessories.
