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AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane practically floated down the grand wooden staircase, her steps light, her heart even lighter.
A radiant smile stretched across her face, her joy evident in the way she barely touched the steps before moving to the next.
The soft morning light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the warmth in her hazel eyes as she caught sight of her brother, Vincein, sitting at the dining table with a steaming cup of tea in his hand.
The scent of chamomile and honey filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of freshly baked bread from the kitchen.
“Vincein!” she called out, her voice brimming with excitement. Without a second thought, she rushed toward him, her bare feet padding against the cool wooden floor as she closed the distance.
Vincein barely had
