Arriving at the familiar room, Sophia couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia wash over her. "He isn't here yet," she murmured to herself, understanding that he likely spent the night at the prince's place due to the lateness of the hour.
Surveying the room with a soft smile, Sophia couldn't resist the urge to tiptoe around, twirling in a subtle dance as she reminisced about the memories that flooded her mind. The scent, the atmosphere, the textures of the furniture, the intricate design—all of it held a special place in her heart, and it was evident in the radiant smile that graced her lips.
Despite the realization that she was technically trespassing, Sophia found herself unconcerned. Right now, all she wanted was to apologize to her dear husband for the misunderstanding that had occurred.
