LAUREL
The next morning hit me with dread. First off, my clothes still hadn’t appeared before me as Daemon had promised and secondly, the thought of going back to work just crossed my mind.
“Did I marry a ghost?” Daemon asked with steaming hot coffee to his lips.
I turned away from him, adjusting the pink night robe the staff had me put on last night. The material was so silky yet it got me irritated.
“My clothes aren’t here, and if you’ve not noticed, we do the couples talk for the camera” I said, grabbing an apple on the tray that sat at the middle of the table.
He didn’t even spare me a glance “That’s what I’m doing. They’re cameras everywhere”
My eyes widened with shock as my teeth dug into the fruit halfway and I farted around finding where the cameras had been stationed but my
