Bernard quietly locked the door behind him, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Tonight was the night he'd dreamed of for so long, and now, it was finally happening.
He scanned the room, taking in the delicate details that surrounded him. The bed was draped in sheer, flowing curtains, soft as gossamer threads that seemed to glow in the candlelight. The open window allowed a gentle breeze to carry in the faint fragrance of night-blooming flowers, their scents mingling in the air like a whisper of nature's perfume.
The room was undeniably more feminine than any space he'd been accustomed to, but if this was a glimpse into his future, into the life he would share with Isadora, he could learn to embrace it.
