The rays of the morning sun seeped faintly through the tall windows, casting a golden hue across Silver's suite. Her body was limp, curled beneath the silk sheets like a fragile porcelain doll. The soft knock of the maids echoed through the room before they gently entered, whispering her name.
"Miss... it's morning. You have to get up."
Silver groaned, her voice low and weak, as she slowly peeled open her eyes. A long sigh escaped her lips before she pushed herself up from the bed, the dull ache in her body reminding her of the exhaustion she had buried herself in the night before. Her mind was still a haze until a sharp memory flickered—the studio. She had fallen asleep there, completely worn out.
Who brought me back home?
