The next morning came quietly.
Emily woke up with sunlight warming her face. She blinked a few times, trying to remember how she got into the bedroom. The memory of strong arms lifting her last night flashed, and she let out a small breath. She wasn't shocked. What shocked her was how calmly she had slept in the arms of a man she barely knew. No fear. No alarm. Just peace.
She frowned at herself, confused, then brushed it aside.
Emily got out of bed and entered the closet. She picked a simple lotus-green dress. It was warm, soft, and gentle just like her usual style yet carried a small touch of coolness.
After breakfast, she grabbed her bag to leave.
Timothy sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, watching her without saying a word. His eyes followed every move she made.
When she walked past him, he got up, held her wrist gently, and placed a document in her hand.
His voice was low but soft.
"Bridal gift."
