NOVA
I slowly awaken from my slumber, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I become aware of the gentle hum of activity in my room. The maids move about quietly, arranging and tidying up, their presence a comforting presence in the otherwise stillness of the morning.
I sit up in bed, my night robe draped loosely around me, feeling the lingering traces of sleep clinging to my mind. The maids approach me with gentle smiles, offering to assist me to the bathroom to freshen up. I nod, grateful for their help, and follow them as they lead the way.
Once inside the bathroom, I begin to undress, preparing to start my morning routine. But before I can fully disrobe, Bri enters the room, and I wrapped back my robe and secured the knot.
“Morning, Nova,” she says, a sweet smile
