Seraphina's Point Of View
The morning light filtered through the office blinds in stiff, dusty bars, but my mind wandered miles away from the spreadsheets on my screen. Work flowed smoothly for the most part… just the usual mindless hum of the printer, the rhythmic clack of keyboards from the main floor, and the occasional distant ring of a desk phone.
Everything felt completely normal, almost suspiciously peaceful, yet the green silk dress currently hanging in the back of my closet at home loomed like a ticking bomb in my thoughts. I'd tried on that dress three times last night, each time questioning whether meeting Lydia warranted such effort. The fabric had felt foreign against my skin, a costume for a role I wasn't sure I wanted to play.
