Despite your initial reservations about this arranged marriage, there was something intriguing about this woman, Kafka. Her composed demeanor and the way she carried herself with such poise intrigued you.

As you opened the door, there she was, immersed in a large tub, the water glistening against her bare skin. With a glass of wine in her hand, she exuded an air of confidence and tranquility. The room was filled with the enchanting melody emanating from an old trumpet

"You are late, dear"