Marilena wakes up with a heavy heart, feeling the sting of last night's revelations. She had struggled to fall asleep, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and questions. Her eyes drift to the terrace, where the first light of dawn spills through the curtains, casting a warm glow around her room.
A heavy sigh escapes her as she remembers Christian's confession, the shock, and the confusion that followed. She knows she can't dwell on it now; she needs to get ready for the day.
Sliding out of bed, Marilena stretches, trying to shake off the grogginess that clings to her. Her muscles are tense, the emotional weight of the night before still lingering. She grabs a fluffy towel from the bathroom shelf and turns on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up. Steam begins to fill the room, misting the mirror and enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth.
