The office was a swirl of pink hues—soft pastels on the walls, a plush carpet with intricate rose patterns, and floral accents scattered across the room.
A faint aroma of lavender lingered in the air and mingled with the gentle clink of porcelain as Dr. Goode prepared tea at his desk.
The resting chairs, more akin to luxurious lounge beds, were angled just so, allowing the two women to lay back comfortably and stare at the ceiling.
Emma let out a soft sigh as her yellow eyes traced the faint swirls in the ceiling design.
Maya was next to her, uncharacteristically silent, her hands clasped tightly across her stomach.
Dr. Goode, with his perfectly trimmed beard and slightly theatrical demeanor, added another cube of sugar to the tea before stirring it meticulously.
"Now, Emma…"
His voice was both deep and smooth.
"Can you repeat what you said before? You know, the thing about being selfish with the man you love?"