As the silver moonlight faded into the embrace of dawn, the twin sisters, Ella and Lily, lay curled up in each other's arms, sleeping soundlessly in the plush bed of their luxurious suite. The silk sheets were cool against their skin, and the gentle breeze from the open balcony carried the distant melodies of a city slowly waking.
Lily, always the more expressive sleeper, nestled against Ella's shoulder, her face serene and content. Ella, despite her usual composed nature, held her twin close, their synchronized breathing a quiet testament to their deep bond.
The golden rays of the morning sun crept through the curtains, bathing the room in warmth. Slowly, their eyes fluttered open.
Lily let out a sleepy sigh, stretching like a cat.
"Mmm… I slept so well," she murmured.
Ella yawned, her fingers lazily brushing Lily's hair aside. "We both did," she agreed, her voice still soft with sleep.
