Amara's POV:
I settled into one of the guest rooms and arranged my box to fit into the wardrobe. It was already past 8 pm, and after I was through arranging my box, I heard a knock on the door, while a maid arrived with a tray of food.
"Good evening, Mr. Darlington said I should give it to you," the maid said, while I collected the tray and closed the room door behind me. I locked it, as I didn't want to encounter Darlington or his mother.
I went to sit in the single white couch in the room. The room was very spacious and had a bed covered in a cream bedspread. "This is what I should have done since," I mused and stared at the tray of food covered.
I set it aside on a stool and resumed eating. While I was engrossed in eating the food, it dawned on me that I didn't take my phone when I
