Opal woke up that morning in a terrible mood. Henri was still upset with her about what happened the previous day and was not talking to her, much less attempt to sate her desires. So she had to sleep alone in their grand but cold bed, her frustration growing with every passing hour of silence. The silk sheets offered little comfort, and the luxury surrounding her only served to deepen her irritation.
As she rolled over, the early morning sunlight streamed through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a soft glow on the room's elegant furnishings. But even the golden rays couldn't warm the icy tension that had settled between her and Henri. She reached out to the side where he usually slept, her fingers brushing against the cool, empty space. Reminding her that Henri hadn't bothered to join
