Ephyra slept until early afternoon, her body surrendering to the exhaustion she had been carrying for days. She stirred only when Jania entered the room, her footsteps soft but purposeful as she drew back the heavy curtains. Golden sunlight poured in, painting the room in a warm glow, with some rays falling on Ephyra.
"You're awake," Jania said, her voice bright as she turned to Ephyra, who lay on her side, her expression blank as she gazed out the window before heading to the walk-in closet. "Good. I came to wake you up. Remember, you're getting married today, right? Well, technically registering the marriage, but still—it's the same thing. Because of the party last night and knowing you'd need rest, Master Lyle rescheduled the appointment at the NYC Marriage Bureau for this afternoon. Don't worry—the online application is already done. Han took care of it—"
