Vanylla woke up in her bed alone. She slowly opened her eyes lids and adjusted them to the dim light of her room. After rubbing her ankles several times, she got up. It was just a habit that always happened every time Vanylla went up from bed. The anklet on her ankle was taking an exceptional part to rub softly of her skin.
After taking a sleeping robe then putting it on, Vanylla walked to her bathroom. She did her usual morning routine as always.
In half of an hour, Vanylla was ready with her formal attire and putting on her earrings. She was going to a business gathering due to the project tender when the doorbell rang suddenly. Vanylla got up to peek at the door. She was scrunching her eyes to wonder at who had come in the morning.
She walked to the door to find Greg standing smiling at her. Greg came in a neat suit with Vanylla to the association office.
