Iridessa's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with a gentle touch caressing her face. As the sunlight poured through the window, she squinted in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation. She vividly remembered leaving the orphanage and it being evening, so how was it morning already? Memories flooded back, and she became aware of the heaviness in her limbs, a pleasant soreness that reminded her of something important. And then, she turned and saw him - staring at her.
"Buongiorno, Bella, how was your night?" Idrus greeted, a warm smile spreading across his face. Iridessa couldn't help but feel her eyes welling up with tears, though she couldn't quite explain why. Idrus noticed her emotions and gently lifted her face from his chest, studying her with a puzzled yet alluring expression. His furrowed brows only added to his undeniable charm.
