Golden sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, bathing Phoebe's bedroom in a soft amber glow. The tranquil morning air drifted gently through the slightly opened window, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers from the estate's meticulously maintained garden. After a night of unusually peaceful sleep, Phoebe slowly opened her eyes, greeted by an unfamiliar sense of lightness lingering in her chest.
The memory of the previous night's video call surfaced almost instantly. An unconscious smile curved across her lips as she stretched lazily beneath the duvet. Somehow, simply knowing she would see Raymond later that day had erased every trace of the anxiety that had kept her awake only hours earlier.
