FREYA’S POV
The morning arrived with a gentle caress of sunlight, seeping through the small gaps in my curtains and bathing my room in a soothing, golden glow. While the promise of a fresh start at my new job beckoned, there was an undeniable unease lingering from the previous night's awkward encounter with Paul. As I began my morning routine, the excitement of the day ahead struggled to suppress the haunting memory of how I had abruptly ended the date with him. In the depths of my mind, I couldn't help but replay that moment, wishing I had handled the situation with more finesse and empathy.
As I stood before the mirror, meticulously selecting my attire for the day, my thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The weight of regret tugged at my conscience, as I acknowledged that
