It was a bright sunny morning, with the golden hue cascading into Stacy's room. The warmth filled every corner, coaxing her to rise from her soft, cozy bed.
Stacy stretched her body, the morning fatigue still clinging to her as she yawned tiredly. Her eyes, heavy with sleep, strained open, but the initial burst of sunlight made her squint and close them again.
She slowly opened them once more, her eyes finally adjusting to the morning light filtering into the room.
With a contented sigh, Stacy sat upright and slid her legs into her fluffy slippers. She stood up and headed into the bathroom, embarking on her morning routine.
She brushed her teeth meticulously and took a refreshing shower.
She emerges from the bathroom, her presence demanding attention. She's wrapped in a pristine white towel, securely fastened just above her chest.
The soft, terry cloth fabric contrasts beautifully with her sun-kissed, milky skin. Droplets of water cling to her, trailing down her radiant skin and leaving a glistening trail in their wake.
Her brown hair, still damp from her recent shower, cascades down her shoulders in a rich, glossy waterfall.
It clings to her, framing her face and adding an air of effortless allure to her appearance. The scent of her shampoo lingers in the air, leaving a delicate, floral fragrance in her wake.
Stacy's figure is a mesmerizing blend of slender elegance and gentle curves. The towel accentuates her curves, hinting at the natural grace of her body.
Her slender waist and softly curving hips create an enticing silhouette, drawing the eye and evoking a sense of quiet sensuality.
As she steps into the room, there's a confident and serene grace in her movement, a reflection of her self-assured nature.
Stacy's presence, even in this seemingly casual moment, exudes a magnetic charm, leaving a lasting impression on anyone lucky enough to witness her emergence from the bathroom.
Stacy expertly dried her hair and hurriedly dressed in a casual outfit, one that still made her look so beautiful, all the while feeling the anticipation building within her. Today was the day she had decided to talk to her parents about her future plans.
As Stacy made her way downstairs, her footsteps resonated through the house. She greeted her parents with a cheerful, "Good morning Dad, Good morning mum," and took a seat at the dining table. Her mother looked up at her with a motherly smile.
"Hope you had a wonderful night's rest, my dear?" she inquired, as she looked up at Mrs. Wang signaling her to come and serve Stacy some food.
Mrs. Wang wasted no time in setting a plate of warm breakfast in front of Stacy.
Stacy's father, Mr. Feng, also looked up from his place of food, offering a warm smile of his own.
"Yes, Mum, I slept like a baby," Stacy replied with a grin. She knew she had a big day ahead of her, and her excitement was evident in her every move.
As Mrs. Wang finished dishing out breakfast, Stacy expressed her gratitude. "Thanks, Aunty Wang."
The three of them began to enjoy the homemade meal, savoring both the flavors and the comforting atmosphere.
After breakfast, they moved to the living room. Stacy took a deep breath, mustering the courage to discuss with her father about her working at the hospital; she had already fanned out all her plans in her brain on how to convince him. "Dad, I have something to tell you."
Mr. Feng raised his head from his phone, his attention now fully on his daughter. "I know what you want to say, and my answer is still no," he stated bluntly before returning to his phone, an indifferent expression on his face.
A frown crossed Stacy's features. She swiftly moved to sit next to her mother, and in a softer tone, she uttered, "Ma."
Her voice held the plea of a child seeking support from her mother. Mrs. Feng smiled at her daughter and then turned to her husband, decisively snatching his phone from his grasp.
"Shang'er, listen to our daughter and stop pressing your phone." She left and headed into their room upstairs.
With his phone held hostage, Mr. Wang finally faced his daughter, his eyes showing signs of mild exasperation.
"You...," he started but seemed to struggle to find the right words to describe his wife's tactics. With a sigh of defeat, he relented, "Fine, go ahead, I'm listening. But if you're not convincing enough, there's nothing I can do."
Stacy couldn't contain her excitement. She leaned closer to her father, a hopeful look in her eyes. "Pa, give me two years to work at a hospital. After that, I promise to come back and take over the company, then marry Jin."