The next morning, Grace woke up earlier than usual.
For a moment, she just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The faint morning light spilled through the curtains, washing her room in a pale golden hue. She took a deep breath, then slowly got up.
It was strange. Her home felt the same as before neat, and quiet but something about it felt… emptier.
Maybe she had just gotten too used to that mansion’s silence.
Or maybe she missed someone’s voice breaking it.
Grace shook the thought away and went to get ready. She tied her hair up loosely, wore a white shirt and beige trousers, and put on light makeup. By the time she grabbed her bag and stepped out, the streets were already starting to fill up.
Golden Shine stood at the corner of a lively street.
