Summer Ford stood in front of the balcony railing, her gaze fixed on the garden below, not looking in the direction of the adjacent balcony, nor paying attention to what was happening on this side.
The view of the Laurent Family garden from upstairs was incredibly beautiful. It was still early, the sky barely lit, with mist swirling like smoke above the entire garden. The faint light of dawn created an indescribably refreshing feeling.
After staying up all night, Summer Ford felt slightly soberer as the morning breeze brushed against her face.
Ethan Laurent stood at the doorway of his room's balcony, watching her movements silently. His gaze moved from her still damp hair to her face, flushed from the steam of a recent shower, and finally to her loosely draped bathrobe. His eyes were profoundly deep.
Having been abroad for a few days, he was surprised to see her upon returning, especially here at the Laurent Family!
