Monday morning arrived, and with it, a sense of newness.
Lara woke up at 5:00 AM, like she always did. She sat up, stretched her arms, and rolled her shoulders to shake off sleep.
The morning air was cool against her skin as she stood and moved through her routine. She brushed her teeth, took a warm shower, and changed into her neatly pressed school uniform. She dried and curled her hair in soft waves, did her makeup routine—just a touch of blush, gloss, and mascara. Simple, yet put together.
She made her way downstairs, heels clicking softly against the floor as she headed to the kitchen with her bag slung over her shoulder. She placed it on the quartz countertop and began making a quick breakfast: toasted bread, boiled eggs, and a cup of coffee. On the side, she prepared two egg and h
