*Zara*
I cried myself into a dreamless sleep before a knock on the door woke me up. I was still alone in Noah’s bedroom. As I got out of bed, my eyes scanned the same lavish decor that was spread out throughout the mansion, paintings with gorgeous celestial motifs.
As I opened the door, I noticed that there was something large and foreboding about the room that reminded me of the aggressive, bad-boy persona that he had been trying to portray when we first met.
I opened the door to see a handful of maids waiting like soldiers. They greeted me politely.
“Welcome, Lady Zara,” said the older woman in the center. She stepped forward. “My name is Tallula. I am the head maid of the Drogomor mansion. I hope that you will be very comfortable here in your new home. Please do let me know if you need anything at all.”
