Early the next morning, Corvine arrived with a tray carrying a cup of warm herbal tea, expecting to find Seraphine resting the way she had been the past few days, pale and exhausted, yet the moment he stepped through the doorway he froze in place when the sight before him completely contradicted what he had prepared himself to see.
Seraphine was already awake and dressed.
Not only awake, but composed in a way that made the entire room feel different from the tense, fragile atmosphere that had surrounded her recovery.
The cream-colored jumpsuit she wore hugged her frame perfectly, tailored in a way that made it seem as though it had been created specifically for her body, its soft fabric accentuating her graceful posture while adding a touch of understated elegance that made her presence feel striking without trying too hard.
