"Zeya Ansaldo."
"Amaya Sapphirus."
"What are you doing?"
"Did you forget the challenge?"
Lying in her bed, Zeya cradled a soft pillow against her arm, a radiant grin stretching across her face, reflecting pure joy. A gentle blush crept onto her cheeks, warming her skin as her dreamy, hazy eyes sparkled with delight, revealing the depth of her emotions. She let out a soft, muffled laugh, the sound barely escaping as she buried her face deeper into the pillow, overwhelmed by a wave of happiness. It felt like a secret whisper of love, igniting a fluttering sensation in her heart that danced like butterflies in her chest. Like a teenager falling in love for the first time, Zeya hugged the pillow tightly, rolling playfully in the cozy sheets, each movement filled with a sweet, innocent thrill that made her heart race.
