GRACE
“Good morning, Miss Sands.”
I jumped, and more than half of the content in the glass cup I was holding fell onto the tile.
“Sir...”
Why on earth would he decide to sneak behind me and whisper a greeting into my ear?
My eyes followed the man as he walked past the couch and to my side.
“Why are you up so early?” he asked.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I eyed him. His interest in me was a little suspicious. “Why are you up so early?”
“Same.”
As I gave slow nods, I looked at the orangery mess I made on the floor.
I am glad to say that drinking orange juice at two in the morning is something I enjoy. Another thing I enjoy at this peaceful hour is the silence, the darkness, and the view of the beautifully lighted city before me.
My prolonged stare at the spilled mess was enough to strip t
