The next morning, sunlight poured through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle golden glow across the room.
When Victoria woke, the air still carried a faint scent of wood and freshly washed linens. She slowly sat up, her expression still slightly dazed—the line between last night’s dreams and reality blurred, leaving her unsure of which world she was in.
As she pushed the door open and stepped out of the bedroom, she saw Lucas standing at the end of the corridor.
He was wearing a clean shirt, his complexion still a little pale, but much calmer than the previous night. Hearing her footsteps, he turned and offered a faint smile.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
Victoria hesitated for a moment before nodding. “The room is very quiet… thank you.”
Lucas’s gaze lingered on her face briefly
