The next morning, Lucius woke to find the bed beside him empty. He glanced at the clock—it was already past six. Stretching his limbs, he decided to start the day with some light exercise and made his way to the in-house gym.
After an invigorating workout, he returned to the bedroom, wiping off a light sheen of sweat. His gaze immediately landed on Layla, who was already dressed. She wore an elegant all-white ensemble—trousers paired with a soft cardigan—that complemented her delicate features perfectly.
Lucius unscrewed the cap of a water bottle and took a slow sip before asking, "What's with all the white today?"
Layla turned to him with a playful smile. "I thought I'd look like a fairy in white. That's why I chose this outfit. Why? Don't I look good?"
