December 31, 1896.
The White House, Washington D.C.
The morning of December 31st was crisp and cold, the kind of winter air that carried both the weight of the old year and the promise of the new. Snow blanketed the White House lawn, and icicles clung to the edges of the grand columns at the entrance.
Inside, the residence was already a hive of activity. The staff moved quickly, preparing for the busy schedule ahead. President Matthew Hesh sat at the long dining table in the private quarters, sipping coffee while reviewing the day's itinerary. Across from him, Amber read through her own schedule, occasionally glancing up at him.
"Four public visits," Amber murmured, tapping the paper in front of her. "The National Orphanage, the Veterans' Hospital, the Union Workers' Hall, and finally, the Capitol for the New Year's address."
Matthew sighed. "It's a full day."
Amber smirked. "You're the President. Every day is a full day."
