Celine's POV
By the time afternoon came, the light that had earlier spilt into the room had shifted, no longer golden, but dim, filtered through clouds. The only positive aspect to look at was the change in the atmosphere, the weather, which told me that the day was almost over, counting down to when I could at least move around in this prison.
The air felt heavier, as though even the sun had decided I wasn't worth shining for today.
The sound of the lock turning startled me. Madison stepped in quietly, balancing a tray in her hands. The scent of food hit me, and my stomach made a loud growl. My thoughts had kept me from realizing how hungry I was.
"Good afternoon, Mrs Damien," she greeted softly.
I managed a weak smile that didn't reach my eyes. "You don't have to call me that. Just… Celine is fine."
Her lips curved slightly. "All right, Celine. Then, good afternoon."
