The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as I awoke. The events of the previous day lingered in my mind, a mixture of confusion and newfound curiosity about my relationship with Aurelia.
Despite our history of animosity, the prospect of spending the day together sparked an unfamiliar sense of anticipation within me. I rose from the bed, my movements sluggish as I made my way to the bathroom.
The cool tiles under my feet were a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed I had just left. As I splashed water on my face, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My blond hair was a tangled mess, and the thought of taming it seemed like a daunting task.
The door creaked open, and I turned to find a pair of maids standing there, their hands clasped in front of them.
