At the early crack of dawn, a pair of dainty bare feet walked across the carpeted floor. With the sky still dark and cold, one frail hand opened the balcony' door – welcoming the whipping of a gentle yet freezing breeze. One whisper disturbed the tranquility of the darkroom and after a few seconds – a sound immerged from the darkness.
Fluttering around Tori, two queen killer butterflies hovered around her long and wavy golden locks. A smile appeared on her face. With this mood set, she rang the bell and waited for her handmaiden to come in and serve her before she could start the day.
Riza knocked.
"Come in"
Riza immediately came in followed by other handmaidens.
Tori let Riza and the others do their jobs while she immersed herself deep in her own train of thought.
