~Sophia
The sound of water dripping from the faucet echoed in the bathroom as I stepped out of the shower, my skin still warm and dewy from the steam. I wiped the fogged-up mirror and caught my reflection—my hair still damp, my face flushed with the freshness of the bath. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of calm that only a quiet evening at home could bring. After the madness of the day, I needed this moment.
I ran a towel through my hair and wrapped it around myself, leaning against the bathroom counter as I let my mind wander.
Ethan. The thought of him made me chuckle. What a clown. I muttered under my breath with a smirk.
I quickly dressed into my soft, silk nightgown, the fabric cool and smooth against my skin. As I reached for the bottle of perfume on the counter, I spraye
