Vivi ran wild across the balcony, her royal tribal attire fluttering with the wind, her excitement rolling all over her smile. Eyes scanning fast, she spotted it—Room Number 7.
Her heart skipped. So Auren is here.
Inside, Auren was just coming back to his senses after drifting through heavy memories of his past.
Knock. Knock.
The door creaked open. Nyra stood there, towel still hanging on her shoulder, her sharp eyes catching sight of a beautiful girl at the doorway, dressed in flowing tribal silk.
Nyra blinked. "How are you?"
Vivi leaned forward with a big grin. "I'm Auren's friend. Where is he?"
Nyra's gaze narrowed, suspicion in her eyes. "Are you… Rose?"
Vivi tilted her head, confused. "Ummm… am I Rose? Rose flower?"
Nyra almost lost her balance at the door. "Whaaat? Then what's your name?"
"I'm Vivi Raman," she said proudly. "I'm Auren's friend. He's here. I want to meet him."
