[Rosie's POV]
It's dawn already and I didn't realize I was deep asleep, on the couch, on my knees and it felt as though I was offering a prayer.
When my eyes spur open, I have to look around if perhaps I was at the right place or in the palace.
Well, I'm still at the mansion! How? Damien didn't come for me? He didn't cause chaos.
Something is off!
With strains all over my body, I rose up and let out a yawn, then scurried my eyes to the clock that hung at the corner of the lounge.
There's still time to prepare the kids breakfast before waking them up.
I did just that, arranged their food bag, and then moved upstairs to wake them up.
I froze for a minute when I suddenly found Harry, coming out of his room...he looks perfect like nothing happened yesterday.
My gaze lingered on his chiseled physique as my eyes traced every line of his muscles as he was pacing towards me, shirtless and seemingly unselfconscious.
