Camilla woke up the next morning, wrapping herself in the sheets and pillow. Sensing the bed was empty, she raised her head and looked towards the closet, to hear Cyrus humming. His voice is rich and nuanced.

He seemed energetic and in a good mood.

She smiled ruefully, and helped herself up to have a clearer view of him.

Cyrus had showered and dressed in a dark navy three-piece suit. He stepped out, knotting a charcoal tie, his vest unbuttoned and his jacket slung over his arm.

He seemed to sense Camilla's gaze, and turned his head, as his gaze landed on her. He flashed her a heartbreaker of a...