The next morning.
The soft blue hue of early light crept faintly across the curtains, but the room itself remained dim, lit only by a single magic crystal lamp mounted near the wall. It glowed gently, its low warmth perfect for resting hours.
Javier stirred beneath the thick blanket, blinking slowly.
His gaze drifted up toward the ceiling for a few quiet moments… then shifted to his right.
Liana was there, fast asleep, her arms gently wrapped around him.
Her breathing was steady, warm against his side, and her expression relaxed in a way that made her look both innocent and serene.
He turned his head slowly to the left.
Gloria lay there without her glasses, her face surprisingly soft without that calm, composed mask she always wore. She was cuddled against him too, her hands resting lightly against his chest as if instinctively drawn to his warmth during the night.
Both of them…
Too beautiful.
Javier smiled softly.
He leaned in and gently kissed each of their foreheads.
