Aurum ✧ Peter Parker

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The next morning, Ava woke up feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment from the previous night's gala. The crystal chandeliers, the enchanting music, and the joyous conversations still lingered in her mind as she slowly emerged from the realm of sleep.

Stretching her limbs, she threw the luxurious duvet aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The morning light filtered through the large, towering windows, painting the room in soft hues of gold. The balcony beckoned to her, and she decided to start her day as she usually did—by stepping out onto the balcony to enjoy the fresh air and clear her mind.

Ava wrapped herself in a plush robe, tying the sash tightly around her waist. She opened the glass doors that led to the balcony, and a gentle breeze greeted her, carrying the scent of flowers and the distant murmur of city life. She leaned against the railing, holding a cigarette between her fingers and a tablet in her other hand.

As she took a long drag of the cigarette, her eyes scanned the tablet's screen, skimming through the news headlines. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the headline about the gala— "Ava Stark Shines Bright at Stark Industries Charity Gala." The accompanying photo showed her radiant smile, the golden sparkles of her dress glimmering in the camera's flash.

Curiosity piqued, she clicked on the article, reading the glowing reviews and praises. Her accomplishments and poise were lauded, and the guests' admiration for her was evident in every word. The article detailed her father's touching introduction and her subsequent dance with influential figures, painting her as a beacon of hope and potential for the future of Stark Industries.

Ava's cheeks flushed with a mix of pride and humility. She had never sought the spotlight, yet here it was, shining brightly on her. The gala had been a whirlwind of emotions, and the aftermath was just as overwhelming.

Finishing her cigarette, Ava placed the tablet on the small side table and took a deep breath. The events of the previous night were still sinking in, and she felt a sense of responsibility to live up to the expectations set before her. She knew that the path she had chosen would be filled with challenges and opportunities, but she was determined to make the most of it.

With renewed determination, Ava headed to the en-suite bathroom. The marble floors felt cool beneath her feet as she discarded her robe and turned on the shower. Stepping under the warm cascade of water, she let it wash away any lingering traces of exhaustion and uncertainty.

After her shower, Ava wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and returned to her bedroom. She selected a simple yet elegant outfit for the day, wanting to take some time to reflect and plan for the future. As she dressed, the memory of the gala continued to replay in her mind, and she couldn't help but smile.

As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, Ava couldn't help but smile. The coffee machine was one of her favourite additions to her apartment. With just a few taps on the touchscreen, it would produce the perfect cup of coffee every time.

As the rich, dark liquid filled her favourite mug, she took a moment to savour the moment. The events of the gala were still fresh in her mind, but for now, she wanted to enjoy the simple pleasure of her morning coffee.

She took a seat at the small breakfast nook by the window, overlooking the city below. The sun was rising, painting the skyline in hues of pink and orange. Sipping her coffee, Ava allowed her mind to wander. Thoughts of the gala filled her mind once again. The grand ballroom, the elegant guests, her father's proud introduction— it all felt like a dream. The memory brought a smile to her face, and she felt a surge of gratitude for the support and love she had received.