Miley’s POV:
A few minutes passed, and the initial haze of waking up slowly wore off my mind. I sat upright, with the duvet still tangled around my legs, and that's when it hit me.
Oh Gosh! How ridiculously had I reacted? Hiding under the covers like some kind of startled rabbit, just because two maids had called me beautiful?
I could almost feel the embarrassment swallowing me whole. They were just being kind… or maybe curious, but it's not like they were threatening me!
I shook my head. I needed to get up and clear my mind— taking a shower might be a good start? Or at least washing my face first.
I carefully lowered my foot to the floor, biting down a hiss as my scratched soles touched the cold marble floor. They still hurt, but the chill was actually soothing and made it tolerable.
I spotted the door to the en-suite bathroom, and walked over, then paused as I remembered the next problem: I didn’t have any clothes to change into.
I didn't own a single item of clothing right no
