Dining Area 🍽️
The smell of coffee filled the dining area.
Ryan was already seated at the table, dressed in a crisp dark suit, sleeves perfectly aligned, posture straight. A newspaper lay folded beside his plate, though he wasn’t reading it.
He was thinking.
Or trying not to.
Footsteps echoed softly from the staircase.
He didn’t look up immediately.
Then she appeared.
Aria walked down slowly, sunlight from the tall window catching in her hair. She had styled it neatly, simple but elegant. Her outfit was modest and professional — soft colours that made her skin glow. She looked fresh. E