The next morning, Marcel woke up later than usual, feeling the lingering effects of last night’s whirlwind events that had left him completely drained.
After a refreshing shower, he made his way downstairs, where soft morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow across the house.
He stepped into the garden and spotted Jenna seated on a wooden swing, gently swaying back and forth, eyes closed as she listened to music. She looked so peaceful, completely absorbed in her own world.
"Good morning, Jenna," Marcel greeted softly, his voice carrying a gentle warmth.
Jenna opened her eyes, pulling out an earbud as a smile lit up her face. "Good morning! Did you sleep well? I can have the maids prepare breakfast if you’re hungry," she offered, her tone warm and invi
