Jessica remained in the study, working on the final details of the fashion week. The day felt different—maybe she had been too busy, or perhaps it was another hormonal shift but she didn't feel sleepy.
By the time she stretched her back and glanced at the wall clock, it was already a few minutes to five in the evening.
The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long golden shadows across the mansion grounds.
A calm hush settled in the air, the earlier warmth replaced by a mellow breeze. Slowly, she stood up and made her way to the bedroom, hoping to get ready.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the tall window of her bedroom, gazing out in silence. She could feel it in her chest—the tightening, the subtle anticipation of an encounter long overdue.
It wasn't just any visit. It felt like crossing a threshold, stepping into something unknown yet oddly familiar. She dreaded the outcome, yet backing out wasn't an option.
