Morning arrived gently, sunlight seeping through the tent's fabric walls like a warm secret. Birds sang overhead, their cheerful notes blending with the distant, muffled hum of conference staff already bustling about—voices, footsteps, the clink of glassware. The world was waking up, whether anyone felt ready or not.
A polite knock broke the calm.
James stepped in moments later, dark hair perfectly in place as always, glasses catching the light as he held up his tablet like a man delivering news that absolutely could not wait. "Morning, you two," he said. "Hope you slept well."
Eliana was still curled comfortably in bed, a cup of herbal tea cradled in both hands like it was sacred. She smiled up at him. "We did, James. What chaos are we dealing with today?"
