Scarlett’s POV
As I descended the stairs, the staccato of my high heels echoed through the room, creating an irritating rhythm.
"Good morning, ma’am," Gabriel greeted, rising from the couch.
"Good morning, Gabriel. Did you sleep well?"
"I did, ma’am. You look more radiant today. How was your night?"
"Are you saying I don’t always look radiant?"
"Don’t get me wrong, ma’am. You are always beautiful, but today, you look different," he said.
I smiled. "Thanks for the compliment. I had a peaceful night, and I did something satisfying yesterday, so my mood is bright."
"What did you do this time?"
"What are you implying?"
"We both know what pleases you these days, ma’am."
"Oh, come on. It’s not that bad," I chuckled.
"Good morning, Miss Scarlett. Hi, Mr. Gabriel. I’m off to school," R
