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Lina awoke to the sound of birdsong and the distant hum of cicadas. The sun poured through the arched windows, casting golden patterns on the hardwood floor. For a fleeting second, she forgot where she was—until her eyes landed on the antique chandelier above and the lush silken drapes swaying gently.
She stretched under the crisp sheets and sighed, reluctant to leave the warmth. But her mind, always too quick to catch up, reminded her of yesterday. Of Christian. Of Fredrich. Of the empty hotels and the quiet welcome she'd returned to.
She washed and dressed, pulling on a simple cotton dress and sandals. When she opened her door, she found another tray waiting outside—this time with a croissant, a small bowl of strawberries, and a note written in Fredrich's precise hand:
"You needn't ask for breakfast. Just enjoy it. —F"
