Norella pov
The next morning, the soft light of dawn seeped through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The gentle hum of the bustling city outside served as a soothing backdrop. I stretched luxuriously beneath the plush, white duvet, still basking in the afterglow of yesterday's excitement. Jason was already awake, perched by the window with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, the rich aroma wafting through the air. He gazed out thoughtfully, lost in the city's early morning stirrings.
"Good morning," I said, my voice still thick with sleep.
Jason turned at the sound of my voice, a warm smile spreading across his face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?"
"Like a princess," I replied with a sleepy smile,
