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my mum replied me. I stared at them for a second, then nodded and carried my bags upstairs. I pushed open the bedroom door I used to share with my twin sister two years ago and halted. The room was different now. The two small beds that used to be here were gone and now it was occupied by one large queen-sized bed. The walls were repainted to a turquoise green color which is Rhea's favorite color ,there was a big vanity table and a whole new wardrobe. I felt like an intruder,like I was intruding in her personal space.

The bed was enormous—low platform, no visible headboard, just a thick mattress wrapped in crisp white cotton percale sheets and a charcoal-gray cashmere duvet folded once at the foot. A single matte-black nightstand floated on each side: one held a wireless charging pad and a glass of water with a thin slice of lemon already floating in it; the other had a tiny matte-black vase with three perfect white orchids, petals so flawless they looked fake. The floor was wide-plank matte black oak—smooth, warm under my bare feet, heated from underneath. The walls were charcoal microcement with faint metallic veining that shimmered when the light hit them. One accent wall was a single slab of backlit o

A thick, white rug sprawled across the wooden floor, looking irresistibly soft. The bed stood against the far wall, queen-sized with a glossy white frame and delicate carvings on the headboard. The bedding matched perfectly with blues and whites, pillows stacked neatly as if someone had gone out of their way to make it magazine-worthy. A small nightstand sat beside the bed, topped with a lamp in pale blue florals that cast a gentle, homey glow.

Bianca didn’t waste time walking over and scooping a scent lamp by the nightstand. “Wow, whoever brought you this must really like you. I heard one is sold for a fortune,” she chimed, admiring the glassy object as her fingers held it like jewels. “You didn’t leave it here yesterday?” I asked, and she paused. “No way… Luna, how can we afford such?” she laughed.

It literally has metal bars framing over the bed in a canopy like structure. Oh God, my eyes found this tall rack with wide shelves, familiar and unfamiliar subjects both gleamed back at me. Things I’m familiar with but has never for once used them in my life. Why would I use a butt-plug? Or that choker? And what the fuck are the rest of stuffs for? Not too far from the rack and directly adjacent the bed was placed a modern lounge chair, black, curved, and with a studded designing. And….. and what in the absolute fuck is that?

He bombarded me with questions, concern evident in his voice. “Come on, Xander. Stop making it look like there’s something wrong with me. Of course, I’m perfectly okay. I just don’t know why I’m finding it hard to sleep tonight, but don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Just go back to sleep. I don’t want to disturb your peaceful sleep,” I said, hoping he would simply say okay and go back to sleep. But who was I kidding? He was Alexander Reed, after all. My husband.

I set it carefully on the small wooden nightstand beside his hand, right where he would see it the second his eyes opened in the morning. "Sleep well, little bear," I whispered. I stood and walked toward the back courtyard. The paper sliding doors were pushed wide to the evening air. Out on the stone veranda, soft paper lanterns glowed with a warm, amber light. Bamboo stalks swayed beyond the wooden railing, whispering in the cool mountain breeze. Ivy stood near the edge of the stone terrace.

A white fur rug lay on the floor, and protrudes from the foot of the bed, where a gold bench, donning white cushions atop it. There are white nightstands on either side of the bed, one holding a clock, the other, some kind of beautiful vase with a nozzle at the top, which blows out a pleasantly scented steam. It's a bit like a tea pot, only it smells of lavender. Further to the right is a white dressing table with a large round mirror, encased in gold. Three golden knobs embellish the three little drawers, and under the table sits a cushion-topped stool that matches the bench at the end of the bed.

' She again thought. After dinner, everyone came to the living room and sat on the couch. After dinner, Mrs Julie had prepared a special drink for everyone. This drink was made by adding cardamon, cinnamon, dry fruits, berries and saffron. Its aroma alone boosts the mood. There was enough time to freshen up. Anna was feeling a little uneasy while sitting on the couch. In fact, she had not even come out of her spoon incident yet. Mark had made her sit near him on the couch. The entire couch was lying vacant but still Mark was sitting very close to her. He has a mobile in one hand and the other hand was placed on Anna's shoulder and he was keeping her in his arms. Sometimes his hands started s

The table was placed next to the window, which offered a great view of the mansion's gardens. The maids' beds were lined up against the walls on either side of the room. The beds were simple, with wooden frames and thin mattresses. Each bed had a small nightstand next to it, where the maids could keep their personal items. The nightstands were made of wood and had a small drawer and a shelf.