She quietly closed the door, not wanting to disturb her grandma's peaceful slumber.
With a sigh of exhaustion,she made her way to her own room, her backpack sagging off her shoulders.
She dropped it onto the desk with a thud. She collapsed into the chair, her body surrendering to the fatigue.
Her gaze landed on a notepad nearby, She seized a pen and began scribbling on it.
"What more do I need?" she murmured, her eyes darting across the growing list. "Brushes, check. Colors, check. Canvas...hmm.. I need a new one!"
After folding her list and slipping it into her purse, she thought to herself, "Today I will get them…"
After a refreshing shower, Thea stepped out into the mist‑filled room. She secured a towel around her damp hair and wrapped another beneath her arms.
The cloth pressed across her bosom as it cinched at her waist, emphasizing the gentle curve of her figure. Strands of wet hair clung to her neck, accentuating the softness of her face.
