Viola's nose twitched twice, and her stomach growled even before she fully woke because there was a delicious scent in the air, one she was certain was both unusual and unfamiliar within her living space. She had never once used her kitchen to cook since she was given the penthouse, not that she even knew how to cook, so where on earth was this bewitching, enticing aroma coming from?
Like a rat in its hole being lured out by food, Viola's eyes fluttered open and she inhaled deeply. Before she could even properly wonder where the aroma was drifting from into her room, she automatically reached out for her glasses on the nightstand and slid them on. The moment her vision cleared, she was stunned by the unfamiliarity of her surroundings.
Her eyes widened like a startled doe behind the clean glass frames, which looked as though someone had wiped them for her. There had been smudges on them the last time she wore them, but now the lenses were crystal clear!
