The golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the gossamer curtains, casting a warm, inviting glow over the opulent master bedroom of the Holloway estate. Elara stirred beneath the soft embrace of the satin sheets, her eyes fluttering open as the gentle caress of the new day coaxed her from the depths of slumber.
Beside her, Vincent's sleeping form radiated a tranquil peace, his features relaxed and unguarded in the quiet intimacy of their shared sanctuary. A soft smile tugged at Elara's lips as she studied the chiseled contours of his face, her heart swelling with a love so profound, it threatened to consume her very being.
Just then, the melodic chime of her phone pierced the stillness, and Elara reached out to answer the call, mindful not to disturb her husband's slumber.
"Good morning, Elara," came the familiar, jovial voice of Director Robert Smith. "I hope I didn't wake you too early, my dear."
