The door creaked softly as Oliver entered the room, its sound barely a whisper against the haunting melody of a distant violin that seeped through the walls. The room was dimly lit, with light from a hallway chandelier making shadows on the floor. The air felt heavy, like something big was about to happen, good or bad.
Anna stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the eveninglight, creating an ethereal tableau. She seemed deep in thought, staring at the sky. Maybe she was thinking about big things, or maybe just about her new life as a married person.