Sunlight, filtered through the sheer curtains, danced across Jade's eyelids, coaxing them open.
Fatigue clung to her limbs, a souvenir of the festivities of the last two nights. The wedding had been a whirlwind of laughter, dancing, and maybe a few too many celebratory drinks.
Yet, amidst the exhaustion, a delightful aroma tickled her nose. Bacon? Pancakes? The scent of breakfast in bed was practically a love song on a Sunday morning.
Jade propped herself up on her elbows, a smile already tugging at her lips. Her gaze landed on a tray adorned with a plate piled high with fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and perfectly scrambled eggs. Beside it, a steaming mug promised freshly brewed coffee. In the chair next to the bed, Harry, sat nursing his own mug, a lazy smile gracing his face as he watched her wake up.
"Good morning, sleepy goddess," he said, his voice low and warm. "Sleep well?"
