The next morning in the office, I first bring up a cup of ristretto for Jamie, as usual, asn I report his daily schedule to him, as usual too. However, he doesn’t seem quite as smart and sober as usual. In fact, he looks a little fatigued. I can even see dark circles appearing under his eyes. Woah. I mean, what happened to him? I thought we were having fun last night. Well not us, him and the HotGuy InTheBed. Was he up to something last night after we ended the conversation? “Jamie, are you alright?” looking at his tired face, I ask in a concerned voice, “You don’t look very good today. Have you not slept well?”

“Here we are, Ms. Chandelier.” After a few minutes walking through the door of the Peyton Mansion, we finally arrived at the dining hall. On my way here, I can’t stop turning my head around looking at all these magnificent ornaments and decorations in the spaces I’ve walked through. I catch as many things as I can into my sight, I exclaim at every one of them in my heart. So this is a mansion my parents built for the Peytons huh. They must have put all their minds and time at work to build this wonderful place. I bet they never knew one day the Peyton Group would betray them and take everything away from them. I shake my head a little to expel the negative thoughts that might bring up hatred from my mind. Today’s dinner is as good as a date nigh

Figuring out that I shall run away from Marie for now, and at the same time drink some tap water or even wash my face to sober myself up, I gently put Marie down on the floor and stand up from the chair. Seeing me standing up all of a sudden, Jamie strikes me a surprised face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I put up a bashful smile as I mention, “I think I need to be in the bathroom…” Unexpectedly, Jamie stands up too, “I’ll let the butler show you to the bathroom.” While before he could call for his butler, I wave my hands in the air and edge in. &

“You’re back, Henrietta.” After another half an hour since I left the closet, I finally found my way back to the dining hall. “Did you manage to find the bathroom?” with a smile, Jamie asked. I force a smile on my face for him. I am not prepared to sit down in front of him and talk to him like nothing happened. I can’t seem to get rid of what I’ve just seen in his closet. “Yes…” I answered. In fact, if I’ll have to say, I didn’t just manage to find the bathroom, I managed to find your closet too, Jamie. Feeling extremely guilty against my disrespectful behavior, offending his privacy,

“J-Jamie…!” However, his legs are not top urgent now! Jamie? Why is he here? What is he doing at this place in a robe? Did he bring me here? Where exactly is this place? Before I can come up with a response, Jamie shows his concern, “Did you have a good sleep?” he asked, slightly drawing his brows upwards. I take a minute to look at him and this place. It feels magical, because he blends in just well. He looks like a prince that lives in a Victorian castle. This bedroom, this lavish place, where is this? “Where am I?” I couldn’t help but ask. There,