(GEORGE)
He woke up under the coziness of a warm blanket, his eyelids glowing pink, making it impossible for him to go back to sleep.
Then he recounts her last night's plea for intimacy while he watched her lying on her side of the bed with her back turned to him in the same position she fell asleep in.
Morning light bleeds in through the edges of the white curtains she specifically chose to enhance the aesthetic appeal of the room. He swung his long legs off the warm blankets to prepare for the long day ahead.
She shifts a little, and he hears her breathing change; she is awake but doesn't attempt to turn.
He muttered, "I just leave her in that bed. As always."
Ready for the day, He opened the curtains and reflected on the dim light of the day peeking out over the horizon for some minutes…
Then he proceeded to his clarity room, which is right opposite his bedroom. Though it is the least spacious room in the house, it is his favorite place to reflect and observe his prayers before the noise of the day begins.
After that, he takes his supplements and starts his day with a light cardio for 20-30 minutes.
He steps into the bathroom, moves to the mirror, shirtless, and brushes his teeth generously with practiced strokes while running his hand through his hair.
The tiles on the floor gleamed, each one perfectly set like pearls in a row, and the mirror stretched across the wall, spotless, reflecting a man who moved with precision and pride.
Then he proceeded to have a cold morning bath under a rainfall showerhead hung above a spacious shower stall, its glass doors clear and elegant. The water glided down to the parts of himself he kept hidden from Amelia, pouring down his body in steady streams.
Wrapped in a plush, soft white towel that clung to his waist, he proceeded to his closet. He selects his outfit deliberately: he picked a crisp white dress shirt and his signature red tie, paired with a navy-blue two-piece suit and a silver Cartier wristwatch.
As he walked back into the bedroom, he observed that Amelia was still having her makeup done …
He asked irritably, "Why aren't you ready?
She replied, "I'm sorry," she said quickly, her voice soft, "I didn't mean to take so long." in a trembling tone.
He didn't respond right away. Instead, he hissed sharply. "You better be ready by the time I'm done eating my breakfast." Then he turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
By the time he was halfway through his breakfast, Amelia was already dressed. She emerged from the bedroom silently, with her Jimmy Choo heels announcing her appearance. She wore a dark Christallani suit and had her hair tightly packed into a sleek bun, making her way to the dining area.
As she approached him, he said, "You look beautiful, my queen." Then he turned slightly in his chair and addressed the chef, Cookham, their head chef, who stood respectfully by the sideboard.
"Please help my queen get her coffee from the espresso machine."
Then Amelia smiled at him, playing along with the theatrics of a happy wife …
And across the petrified wooden table and starched collars, they resumed their roles in the quiet theater of appearances.