Juniper's Pov
Soft light filters into my bedroom as I step in, towel wrapped snugly around me, still warm from the shower. The familiar scent of my floral body wash lingers in the air, curling gently around the room like a delicate perfume. My eyes fall on the outfit I’ve already laid out across the bed, the burgundy dress catching the light just slightly, the fabric shimmering faintly at the bodice like it’s holding a secret.
I start by gently towel drying my hair, squeezing out the remaining dampness before grabbing the hairdryer. The soft hum fills the room, warm air brushing through my strands as I work in slow, practiced movements. Once my hair is completely dry, I run my fingers through it a few times before turning off the dryer and setting it aside.
With the room now quiet again
