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A tiring day. Vlora felt more exhausted than usual, maybe because of the work piled up or because of her recent lack of rest.

“Nana asked me something earlier.”

Andreas' voice startled Vlora when it suddenly appeared. She turned to find Andreas following her into the dressing room, as if he couldn't wait for her in the bedroom.

Vlora's casual clothes had been discarded, replaced by a comfortable nightgown. She closed the wardrobe door and wondered if something had happened that day to make Andreas strike up a conversation in the dressing room.

Vlora was sure that something was wrong. Judging from their time together, she found Andreas to be a patient man, controlled and never in a hurry, as if he knew that waiting was not a bad thing.

Vlora was not wrong in her assessment. That's the way Andreas usually was. But there were exceptions to everything, and this was the case with Andreas. He could have waited for Vlora to get dressed in the bedroom, leaning against the bed and relaxing wit