The next morning, a faint floral fragrance lingered in the air as Phoebe woke up in its delicate aroma. Warm sunlight streamed through the glass window, carrying a sense of bliss that filled the room.
Blinking drowsily, she turned over, savoring the warmth of the sun. Reaching out to the space beside her, she felt the lingering warmth on the sheets—he must have just gotten up! There was no sound of water in the bathroom, nor any sign of him in the room. He's probably already gone to work, she thought.
The air still carried traces of his scent. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with it, and her chest swelled with an inexplicable sweetness and happiness.
A knock at the door disrupted her reverie, followed by a man's voice.
"Madam, are you awake?"
Phoebe opened her eyes and stare
