Angelina POV
As I woke from the dream, the soft rays of the morning sun seeped through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow on the room. Emmett lay peacefully asleep, his steady breathing filling the air. His presence offered solace in the face of the haunting memory from the dream. Yet, I also relished this moment alone, free to gather my thoughts.
Slipping out of bed, I reached for a plush robe from the closet, its velvety texture comforting against my skin. Making my way to the window, I gazed outside, taking in the serene view of the garden. The soft chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze provided a soothing backdrop.
With utmost care, I silently put away the clothes we had brought, ensuring not to disturb Emmett's sleep. Selecting an outfit for myself
