The morning sun in Style's suburban home was soft and filtered through linen curtains, casting long shadows across the breakfast table. Elena had been awake since dawn, her routine as a mother acting as a grounding force amidst the chaos of their escape. She had packed lunches, smoothed down Leo's hair, and kissed Sophia goodbye as they headed out with Style's trusted driver to a private daycare.
Elena was sitting at the table, clutching a mug of coffee and wearing a conservative, oversized knit sweater, when the door to the primary bedroom creaked open.
Style drifted into the dining room, the scent of expensive perfume and sleep trailing behind her. She was wearing a sheer, "see-through" silk slip dress that left nothing to the imagination. The light from the window highlighted her silhouette—the firm, athletic lines of her body and her slender frame. She looked like a piece of art, unbothered and entirely at home in her own skin.
