An Awkward Morning
GABRIEL KNIGHT'S POV
I jolted up from sleep, my heart racing and my mind swirling with confusion. The room was dark and still, except for the soft sound of Elena's breathing beside me. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand—5:30 AM. The kiss, the confession—it had all been a dream. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream that clung to my thoughts.
Turning, I saw Elena still asleep, her face peaceful in the early morning light. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out to gently shake her shoulder. "Elena, wake up," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur. "We have a show-off gala to attend."
She stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes, clearly choosing to ignore me. Frustration welled up inside me, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Elena, please. We need to get ready."
