Mornings after a big event just hit differently, don’t they? The whole estate felt hungover—like it needed a minute to process what just happened. There was this weird hush everywhere; even the birds seemed like, “Should we sing?” Or nah?” And that mist over the garden? Straight out of a gothic novel, all blurry roses and fairy tale vibes.
Selene woke up slowly, blinking at this fancy canopy bed. It took her a second to realize—oh, right, she lived here now. This wasn’t some borrowed guest room. This was her bedroom. Her home. That’s wild.
Raymond, on the other hand, was already up—looking suspiciously put-together for someone who just got married. He was sipping coffee, pretending to read but probably just staring out the window. Classic. He looked over when he heard her move.
“Hey,” h
