Chapter 161: Not Important.

The golden light of morning filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the creamy duvet of the master bedroom.

Birds chirped softly from the garden beyond the windows, their melody blending with the faint hum of the city waking up in the distance. Inside the room, warmth lingered from the night before, and the scent of vanilla from the candle Ruby had lit still hung faintly in the air.