Chapter Thirty Three

"Where's Emma?" I asked eagerly and the maid smiled.

"She's in the shed with Prince Charles," she said and left the room after bowing at me. I turned towards Anne, but she was still sleeping peacefully.

"Anne, my sister is here! Emma's back home!" I squealed excitedly and shook her sleeping figure, but she shoved me away.

"Mmm . . . Luke, go away," she mumbled in her sleep and I realized that she was really hurt by Luke. I thought of letting her sleep for some more time so I got up and slid a silky pink robe over my white tank top and skimpy shorts.

I ran down the spiral stairs and straight out of the door before I bumped into someone. I looked up slowly and saw Noah who eyed me cautiously.

"What are you doing here early in the morning?" I asked in surprise and he scowled.

"That's none of your business," he muttered and my gaze followed his hand which was clutching a canvas board tightly. His pocket contained paint brushes of different sizes so he had been painting. I looked at him cu