Morning
The morning light subtly entered through the window of Samara's luxurious apartment. Meticulously, she dressed and put on makeup, carefully choosing each piece, as if she were meeting an old flame. No detail escaped her scrutiny: her dress, her heels, and the perfume she chose for the occasion. It was a very special day.
Her mind was flooded with memories. She recalled the days when Edward, with his kind smile and eyes full of wisdom, taught her about the world of business and instilled in her values and principles. She also remembered the nights when, as a child, Edward would comfort her after a bad dream or a nightmare. He was the only one who had been there for her, and now, after years, she was going to be reunited with him.
She was very nervous. She had not expected this mo
