The next morning, the soft glow of sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sera's walk-in closet, casting streaks of gold across the polished wooden floor and lining the neatly arranged racks of clothing. She stood in front of the mirrors, carefully selecting her outfit for breakfast, her fingers lingering over fabrics, textures, and colors. The quiet hum of the city seeped faintly through the thick curtains, but it felt distant, almost unreal in the serenity of her private space.
Just as she was about to decide on a delicate cream blouse and tailored skirt, a sharp knock echoed against the closet door, startling her.
"Come in," she called, smoothing down the skirt she had just draped over her arm, her voice calm but alert.
The door opened, and Grigor stepped inside, his presence imposing even in the soft morning light.
"Hi, Grigor," Raya greeted, her voice smooth but distracted, as she turned to face him.
