It was a wonderful morning, the kind that felt slow and calm. Everything moved smoothly as breakfast was served, though a slight unease clung to Julie.
She sat quietly, picking at her food, her silence contrasting the peaceful air in the dining room.
Across from her, Roman ate with quiet elegance, his fingers moving gracefully as he handled the chopsticks between his index finger and thumb.
His every movement was precise, effortless—refined.
Then, without looking up, he spoke with a playful glint in his tone.
"Hope you didn't leave the towel in the closet again, have you?"
Julie froze.
Her face turned crimson as the memory he teased her about came flooding back.
Her eyes snapped up, flaring indignantly as she glared at him.
Roman burst into laughter. "Hahaha!"
His laugh echoed warmly in the room, rich and unrestrained.
It was a rare sound—so rare that heads peeked from the kitchen to witness it.
