The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light over Isabella's room. Vincent slept by her bedside, his eyes filled with concern but also a glimmer of hope. Isabella, though frail, managed a gentle smile as she looked at him.

"How are you feeling today, Isabella?" Vincent asked, his voice soft and comforting.

Isabella took a deep breath and nodded. "A bit better, I think. The doctor was here earlier but you were sleeping. He said I'm making good progress."

Vincent's face lit up with relief. "That's wonderful to hear. You know, I've been thinking about what you'd like to do once you're fully...