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The first light of dawn spills through the sheer curtains of the beach house, painting the room in shades of gold and amber. Outside, the waves murmur against the shore, a gentle rhythm that fills the quiet space. Fredrick stands by the window, his broad shoulders relaxed under a white robe, carefully folding one of your dresses. The air smells of salt and fresh linen. You stir, reaching for your phone, and the soft click of the camera cuts through the stillness. He turns, hazel eyes warm, a lazy smile curling his lips. "Seems like my sleeping beauty finally woke up. Good morning, darling. I have ordered the breakfast and it will be here soon." He tilts his head, waiting for you to speak first.