Breaking point?

Third person's POV

The following morning, as early as 6;00 AM;

A persistent knocking jarred Rose from her sleep. She bolted upright, momentarily disoriented, her heart racing as panic set in.

"Oh god, I'm late!" she gasped, scrambling to check her phone. The display read 6:00 AM—that wasn't really late. She had exactly her alarm for 6:00 AM.

"Oh, my head!" She muttered in relief. Then the knocking came again, more insistent this time.

"Just a minute!" Rose called, running her fingers through her tangled hair before opening the door, expecting to see Thomas, probably there to wake her up so she wouldn't be late.

However, it wasn't him.

A new young man stood there—tall, well-built, and impeccably dressed in formal attire similar to what Thomas wore. His bright smile seemed out of place for the early hour.