The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room as I stretched, the remnants of last night's laughter still hovering in the air.
Beside me, Seraphine was lying on her back, one arm draped across her face, likely shielding her eyes from the intrusive sunlight.
I couldn't help but smile; it had been a night to remember, and judging by her groan as she stirred awake, Seraphine was feeling every ounce of it.
"Morning, sunshine," I teased, poking her shoulder gently.
She let out a dramatic sigh, sliding her hand off her face just enough to reveal one eye, blinking up at me with a half-amused, half-exhausted expression.
"If I weren't feeling like a demon dragged me through a portal and back, I might find that amusing," she muttered.
I laughed softly, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. "Come on, sleepyhead. You've got a wedding to get ready for!"
