Callista’s POV~~ I woke up to the sun shining through the window, casting a warm glow on my face. The room fills with a soft, golden light, bringing a sense of tranquility and renewal. It's as if the sun is greeting me, gently nudging me into the start of a brand new day.I stretched and yawned; my mouth opened wide like a cavern, releasing a quiet, sleepy sigh. The yawn spreads through my body, a gentle wave of relaxation and readiness coursing through it. Still feeling the remnants of sleep, I turned to Tristan with a sleepy smile. “Good morning, love.” With a yawn escaping my lips again, I greeted him in a soft, drowsy voice. He was standing, all dressed, in front of the wooden-carved mirror hanging in one corner of the room. His reflection gazes back, a twin in the glass. The crisp white shirt clings to his chest like a loyal friend, buttoned up to the neck. The tie, a slender serpent, winds around his collar. His trousers, charcoal gray, fall straight as a soldier’s spine, and
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