~Tiara
The morning was unusually quiet. A rare occurrence in this chaotic household. I sat at the dining table, enjoying the peace, my fingers curled around the warm coffee mug. The rich aroma filled my senses as I took a slow sip, savoring the slight bitterness.
It was moments like these that made me feel normal, like I wasn’t trapped in this ridiculous, loveless marriage.
I let out a sigh, absently stirring the contents of my cup, when a familiar voice broke the silence.
“Morning, Tiara.”
I glanced up to see Gerald sliding into the chair across from me.
I raised a brow. He wasn’t exactly my usual breakfast companion. In fact, we rarely spoke unless necessary.
“Morning,” I murmured, watching as he reached for the coffee pot.
He poured himself a cup, taking a small si
