Chapter 38 Mornings Of Promise

• Rachel POV
• The morning light filtered softly through the wide windows of the luxurious suite, softened by the white curtains that swayed with the gentle breeze, like veils stirred by a sigh. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of warm bread, wrapping the room in a comforting warmth that seemed to embrace the heart.
• We sat at the small kitchen table in the hotel room, with a breathtaking view of the city waking up outside, its skyscrapers glinting under the rising sun. It was one of those mornings that etch themselves into the soul, so perfect they felt fragile, as if a sudden move could unravel them.