The next day…
When Anne woke, the space beside her was empty. Augustine had already left. Her eyes fell on a neatly folded note left on the pillow.
'Good morning, beautiful. I'm sorry I had to leave early. You looked so peaceful sleeping; I didn't have the heart to wake you. Sleep in a little longer. When you are ready, take a bath and have some breakfast.'
A soft smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at the small tray waiting on the nightstand — golden toast arranged neatly, a playful smiley drawn in tomato sauce across one slice, and a glass of juice catching the morning light.
"You always know how to make me smile," she murmured as she tucked the note aside.
She picked up her phone and quickly typed out a message, the corners of her mouth still lifted in amusement. 'Good morning. I'm a little upset with you. Why didn't you wake me? Don't do that again. If you ever have to leave early, wake me. I'll make breakfast for you.'
