ISHIKA'S POV
The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains of my room, warm and inviting. A faint, chilly breeze slipped in through the window, making the curtains sway in a slow rhythm. I sat quietly in front of my dressing table, taking my time as I got ready for the day. Carefully, I untangled my hair, letting it fall in soft waves over my shoulders before clipping a small section neatly at the back.
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