The knock on her door came at exactly seven AM, sharp and insistent. Sophia had been awake for hours, staring at the ornate ceiling and trying to convince herself that yesterday's wedding hadn't been an elaborate nightmare.
"Come in," she called, sitting up in the massive bed that still felt foreign despite having slept in it for three nights now.
Agatha entered with her usual brisk efficiency, carrying a breakfast tray and wearing the kind of professional smile that revealed nothing. "Good morning, Mrs. Rossi. I trust you slept well?"
Mrs. Rossi. The name still made Sophia's stomach clench every time she heard it. "Fine, thank you."
"Mr. Rossi has asked me to go over your daily schedule," Agatha said, setting the tray on the bedside table. "He wants to ensure your transition into the
