Whitney was utterly surprised when she opened the door to find Timothy Johnson standing there, his handsome face illuminating the early morning gloom of Longyearbyen with a charm that was hard to resist. The crisp air seemed to shimmer around him, and for a moment, all her worries melted away in the warmth of his smile.
"What are you doing here so early, Mr. Johnson?" Whitney asked, her voice laced with playful curiosity as she leaned against the doorframe.
She was the first to wake in the household, the early morning light casting a soft glow on her features, and she reveled in the opportunity to see him.
"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Owens," Timothy replied, his smile widening as he gave a polite bow, a gesture that was both respectful and endearing. "Is Lady Aleysia awake?"
