The following day, the sky was cloudy, and the weather didn't change much compared to the previous night, holding the same coldness.
Eve woke up early, finishing her bath and dressing herself in a presentable way. She couldn't stop thinking about the time she had spent with Vincent last night. Her toes still curled at the thought of their nightly activity before Vincent had left her to sleep.
Opening the room's door, Eve stepped out into the corridor and started to walk.
"Good morning, Ms. Barlow," one of the maids, who was holding a tray in her hand, greeted her.
Eve smiled at the maid and wished back, "Good morning."
