Serena glanced at her reflection once more in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair to smooth it down. She tilted her head slightly, checking every angle to make sure everything was just right. Her outfit was perfect, and the subtle makeup she had applied enhanced her natural features without overdoing it. Once satisfied with her complete look, she gave herself one last nod of approval and stepped out of her room.
It was the next day, and it was Saturday—the day Vincent had asked her to have lunch. She was eager for the outing, not just because of him, but because she longed for a change of scenery. The air in the house had become heavy, almost suffocating, and she was desperate for some fresh air. Stepping into the hallway, she took a deep breath, already feeling a sense of freedom as she made her way toward the door.
