Chapter 42

When Roselle's feet touched the floor after a week of being immobile, she felt a sense of renewal. The coolness of the marble beneath her soles provided a refreshing sensation, and as she walked towards the bathroom, it felt as though she had awakened from a long sleep. Throughout her life, she had never truly appreciated the functionality of her legs...until this moment. "Good morning to myself!" Roselle greeted her reflection in the bathroom mirror, a wide grin spreading across her face. Her reflection mirrored her expression, with disheveled hair resembling a tangled mess and puffy eyes from excessive rubbing.