The morning sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, painting the room with a warm glow. Sophia stirred as she felt the buzz of her phone. Before she could reach for it,
Levon, in a calm and relaxed tone, said,
"Hey, Sophia, wake up. You got a message from Dave."
Sophia sat up, rubbing her eyes, and mumbled,
"It's fine. I'll see it later."
Levon, not easily deterred, picked up the phone and continued,
"I think it's important. He isn't stopping with the texts. You might want to have a look."
Reluctantly, Sophia took her phone and saw Dave's message, asking about the time to come over. She replied,
"Come in the evening; I'll be free."
As Levon handed her the phone back, she dressed herself in a stunning outfit, her hair flowing freely, and her makeup impeccable.
Wearing heels, she descended the stairs to find everyone already seated – the butler, Levon, the maids – as if waiting for her.
Levon approached her, graciously taking her hand and guiding her to her seat. The room was filled with a warm ambiance,
and they all engaged in pleasant conversation. Sophia, despite the morning's unexpected twists, found herself enjoying the company.
As Levon headed out for work, he paused and said,
"You're looking stunning. I'll be back by 5, and then we can go out."
With that, he left, looking remarkably different from the morning – from relaxed to serious, maintaining an air of authority.
As the day progressed, Sophia found herself contemplating the peculiarities of her arranged marriage. The morning's warmth
and Levon's unexpected sweetness lingered in her thoughts. Lost in her musings, the clock ticked away, and soon it was afternoon.
At around 1, Dave, her secret lover, arrived. He stealthily made his way into her room, locking the door behind him. He hugged her from behind,
and their reunion was filled with kisses and laughter. The atmosphere between them was playful yet passionate .Their connection deepened as time flew by.
As the clock approached 4:30, Levon, unaware of the secret tryst, returned home. He headed straight for their bedroom, intending
to freshen up before their evening outing. However, he found the door locked.
Knocking, Levon called out,
"Sophia, is everything okay? Do you want me to wait downstairs?"
Sophia, caught off guard, hastily hid Dave under the bed and replied,
"Yes, can you wait downstairs, please?"
She quickly changed her clothes, wiped off her makeup, and wore a stunning gown. Levon,
now in on the unexpected situation, couldn't help but notice shoes beside the bed and chuckled.
Heading to the washroom, he called out to Sophia,
"I'll be down in a minute."
As Levon descended the stairs, laughter echoed through the room. Sophia, wearing a fake smile, joined him, confusion etched on her face as she wondered why he was laughing. The evening, which had promised simplicity,
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