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The morning sun cast a warm glow across Hazel's room, and as she stretched in her bed, she noticed the unusual brightness. Glancing at the clock, her eyes widened in surprise—it was already eleven. She couldn't recall the last time she had slept in so late, but the realization faded when her gaze drifted around the room.

A burst of color caught her attention—a vibrant bouquet of flowers adorning her bedside table. Hazel's eyes sparkled with delight as she hopped out of bed to get a closer look. Amidst the blooms, a small note lay nestled.

The note brought a smile to her face, and with a newfound excitement, Hazel jumped out of her bed. As she read the message, "Good morning. I hope you like the flowers," she arched her brows in surprise, trying to unravel the mystery of the anonymous sender. Perhaps Dimitry? She thought. After finishing her morning routine, Hazel dressed herself in a mustard mandala print top paired with a flowing blue skirt that fell gracefully to her knees. Ready to