The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.
Loretta slowly opened her eyes.
Out of habit, she glanced at the bedside clock, five-thirty.
Ever since she was a child, she had rarely slept in. Even after everything that had happened the previous day, her body still woke up at its usual time.
After freshening up, she took a shower and changed into a simple light-blue dress. She had dried her hair and sat by the window, last night she had noticed the window seems to be facing a garden. The early morning view looked quite beautiful.
With nothing to do she began to browse her phone out of habit she usually checks the news but to her surprise even business segments was filled with pictures from their wedding.
