Lucy stirred awake to the soft, warm rays of sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. She stretched lazily, the comforting weight of the duvet still over her as her eyes fluttered open.
A delightful aroma wafted through the air— freshly baked croissants, oatmeal, scrambled eggs, sizzling bacon, and the faint sweetness of pancakes. She blinked a few times, trying to place the smell.
Was that breakfast? Here? She mused as she turned her head toward the open balcony doors and noticed something she hadn't expected: the elegant balcony table had been set up outside, draped with a crisp white cloth. Plates of food sat neatly arranged, along with a vase of flowers and a jar of freshly made juice and two cups.
Lucy smiled as she watched Tom, who was standing by the table, checking out the arrangement of everything on the table to be sure that it was perfect.