Six Months Later
The morning sun rose over a beautiful stretch of coastline, casting golden reflections across the calm blue sea.
A gentle breeze moved through the open windows of a newly built house overlooking the water.
Inside, Clara stood in the middle of the living room, holding a small bouquet of white roses.
She looked around with a satisfied smile.
The house was finally complete.
The spacious library stood behind glass doors, its shelves filled with books she had collected over the years. The kitchen was large enough to accommodate an entire family gathering, while the terrace opened toward the ocean.
Beyond the house, a garden of roses and flowering trees stretched toward the cliffs.
It was everything she had imagined.
Perhaps even more.
"Are you planning to stand there all morning?"
Arthur's voice came from behind her.
Clara turned.
Her husband stood near the staircase, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
