Riana woke with a lingering smile on her lips.
For the first time in years, the morning sunlight pouring through her window felt warm. Gentle. Soft enough to match the way her heart fluttered after last night. She recalled Raphael’s kiss still tingled on her lips, and the memory of lying beneath the stars with him filled her chest with a tender, glowing warmth.
She hummed as she got ready and curled her hair loosely, applying a rosy shade to her lips. She slipped into a navy-blue fitted blazer and skirt, elegant but sharp enough for the senate chamber. Today, could be the day her reform bill finally advanced.
By the time she stepped outside to head to work, even the security guards staring at her couldn’t help but smile. She was radiant.
Her phone then buzzed. Raphael.
Ria
