Evelyn’s P.O.V.

Waking up to the Heavenly Aroma of the coffee could be my fate, I had never imagined it in my wildest dreams. The scent of freshly grounded coffee invaded the nostrils, sending waves after waves of intoxication. I stretched my arms and yawned, this morning alarm was sweeter than anything else.

“Good morning.”

Zuriel was sitting on the bed beside me, the breakfast tray in his hands was perfuming the surroundings air.

“Morning.”

As my day was officially started by the kick of caffeine's scent, I brushed my teeth and joined him on the couch.

“It’s a good idea that you asked servants to serve breakfast in the...