The next morning, sunlight entered her room faintly through the tall windows of the Volkov mansion. Aurora turned slowly in bed, stretching her arms and legs until her muscles relaxed. She sat up, letting her eyes look over the elegant guest room.
“Today’s a new day,” she whispered to herself with a smile. “I get to see my new apartment today.”
After a her shower, she dressed in a cream sweater and dark jeans, her long hair falling freely over her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror once, smile, and then stepped out of her room.
The house was silent except for faint clinking sounds from downstairs. Aurora followed the aroma of fresh food until she entered the dining room.
Nikolai was already seated at the head of the table, sipping coffee. Beside him was his daughter Tatiana
