Chapter 28
Unlike her ground floor, Laetitia’s bedroom had a more contemporary decor: painted in light-blue and dove-gray tones, with a white iron chandelier and a bed with a button-tucked white headboard shaped curvaceously, covered with a plush white comforter and many pillows. Artfully arranged, they lent the room a warmth and homeliness, which spoke to Tavish’s most deep, secret needs of peace and womanly affection. Its somberness fit Laetitia much more than any girly room could.
“Ugh,” he teased her, “a woman’s cave.”
“Hmm…not really.” She motioned around pointing to a shelfful of books, a small desk with a dainty chair beside a fireplace with logs on it, and an armchair on the other side. “It serves multiple functions: bedroom, office, and a place to practice yoga, if the weather
