Chapter 125- ARC 4 {Nonchalance.}
Zosia awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open as the first rays of morning light streamed through the sheer curtains.
The events of the previous night played in her mind like a fragmented dream.
For a moment, she lay there, listening to the faint sounds of activity in the distance—the muted chatter of the staff beginning their morning routines and the chirping of birds in the garden.
After a few moments, she forced herself to get up.
She padded over to the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth and splashing cold water on her face. The coolness jolted her fully awake, chasing away the remnants of sleep.
Zosia glanced at her reflection briefly, noting her Rudy complexion. It showed that her body was getting stronger due to the influence of her soul.
Her long, dark curls framed her face in a wild halo, but she didn't bother taming them.
