Next Morning

Hazel sat gracefully in her vanity chair, her corporate suit a stark contrast to the soft, feminine glow of her vanity lights. Her hair cascaded down her back like a rich, dark waterfall, its silken strands framing her face as she meticulously applied her makeup. The gentle strokes of her brush and the soft blush of color on her cheeks only added to her natural beauty, transforming her into a vision of loveliness.

Meanwhile, Noah lay sleeping in their bed, exhausted from a long ...