110 Good man

Throughout the night, Linda found it difficult to drift into sleep, tossing and turning in her bed. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Vladimir, and she couldn't shake him from her thoughts. As dawn broke and she roused from her uneasy sleep, Linda settled in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. The soft knock on the door interrupted her reverie, prompting her to rise swiftly and answer it, finding a maid waiting outside. "Breakfast is ready," the maid announced before leaving. Nodding in acknowledgment, Linda closed the door behind her and returned to the mirror, stealing one last glance at her reflection before leaving the room. Upon entering the dining area, she was greeted by the unexpected sight of Vladimir. "Good morning," she greeted, noting the subtle softening of his expression at the sight of her. "Morning," he greeted back with a warm smile. "How was your night?" "It was good. What about you?" she asked, pulling out a chair before sett