Scarlett woke to sunlight streaming through her window, feeling exhausted despite her sleep. The worries of the previous day – vampires, dream walking, Ezra – weighed heavily on her mind. I hope Lucien managed to handle everything, she thought, stretching her tired limbs as she made her way downstairs.
The smell of pancakes, coffee, and something sweet wafted up the stairs. Entering the kitchen, she found her mother at the stove, humming softly again – a sound so foreign in their usually tense household that it made Scarlett pause in the doorway.
"Good morning, honey!" her mom said, turning with a spatula in hand. Her smile faltered into surprise as she really looked at her daughter. "Oh! You've done something different with your hair again. I can actually see your beautiful face for onc
