"A clear blue sky, looked like that of a painting by one of many in the olden times.
The breeze of the wind was louder than the crashing waves of the sea.
My hair is flying from behind me, as if pulling me away from the sea.
The sun's golden godrays spread throughout the whole place." Anastasia placed down the pen on her hand and looked outside the window.
"Good morning." Theodore opened the door wearing his a suit and is carrying a leather suitcase.
"Good morning. I just woke up earlier. Are you going somewhere?"
"Yeah, I just need to plan some things. Isabelle gave me some instructions on how to handle her company. I'll be back two to three hours from now and we can just continue the trip."
"Alright, I'll be here. Take care."
Theodore then ran downstairs and then quickly left the hotel.