Next Morning...
The morning light streamed through the curtains, gently illuminating the room as Julia slowly emerged from her slumber.
She yawned and stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to her. As she sat up in bed, she noticed Maria standing in front of the mirror, engrossed in her morning routine, applying her favorite shade of lipstick.
"Good morning," Julia greeted, her voice still laced with drowsiness.
Maria turned around, a vibrant smile spreading across her face. "Oh, good morning!" she replied, her voice brimming with unexpected excitement. It was a stark contrast to the emotional breakdown she had experienced the previous night.
Concerned, Julia asked, "Are you okay?"
Maria turned back towards the mirror, reaching for her handbag. "Oh yeah, I'm great, don't worry," she assured, her words filled with an air of positivity. With that, she left the room, her enthusiasm lingering in the air.