The next morning, the early spring sun bathed the garden in a golden glow, highlighting the dewdrops on the leaves and casting long, soft shadows. Inside the kitchen on the first floor, the maids bustled about, the aroma of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee filling the air. The scent wafted up to the second floor, where the sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass door from the balcony, casting a warm glow on Emily's face, illuminating the gentle curve of her pink lips. She stirred, rubbing her eyes and waking with a yawn. To her surprise, she had slept soundly, and the vivid details of her dream made her blush. Rolling out of bed to shake off her dream, she quietly opened the door to check on the twins.
Emily gently woke Emma first with a kiss on her forehead. Emma, still half-asleep, wrapped her arms around her mother's neck. "Mommy, come sleep with me," she murmured, eyes closed.
