Next morning, sunlight slipped through the curtains like a gentle reminder that today was different. Aria stirred under the soft sheets, blinking awake with a small, surprised “mhm” that escaped her lips. The room felt too quiet at first, until soft footsteps approached the door and a gentle knock came. It opened a crack, revealing the same young woman in the crisp uniform from yesterday.
“Morning, Aria,” she said warmly, stepping inside with a small tray. “Mr. Ashdown asked me to assist you today. He said you should be comfortable and taken care of. I’m here all morning if you need anything—hair, breakfast, whatever.”
Aria sat up quickly, clutching the sheet to her chest, her cheeks already warming. She was a bit shocked, eyes wide and innocent as she tilted her head.
“Oh… um, thank y
