The morning sun light spilled through the sheer curtains as Bianca drew them aside with a flourish. Her perfectly coiffed hair, the color of polished mahogany, cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall. Leaning casually against the cool window ledge, she surveyed the sprawling gardens below, where vibrant blooms swayed gently in the breeze.
A frown marred Bianca's flawless features. 'Achille,' she thought, the name leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. 'Best to avoid him today, steer clear of any unnecessary…entanglements.' A shiver ran down her spine, a stark reminder of the previous day's mess. Fanning the flames of his desire – a foolish endeavor fueled by a misplaced sense of control, of wanting to prove something. It had been a catastrophic error, pushing the boundaries far beyond professional etiquette and creating a tangled mess of emotions.
