(Third Person POV).
After breakfast ended, Wanda excused herself with a soft smile, rising gracefully from the table and taking measured steps toward the grand staircase.
The second floor was quiet, almost heavy with the slow rise of morning light bleeding through the tall windows.
She didn't waste time. As soon as she reached her bedroom door, she slipped inside and shut it firmly behind her.
The click of the lock sounded loud in the stillness.
Wanda strode across the polished floor, her fingers already moving quickly to unlock her phone. She scrolled to a familiar number and pressed 'Call.'
She didn't have to wait long. After three short rings, the line connected.
"Good morning, father," Wanda said sweetly, her lips curled in a confident smile.
"What is good about this morning?" came the sharp, impatient growl from the other end.
Wanda chuckled under her breath. "Everything, father. Everything." 'You just need to be a little bit patient.'
