3rd Person POV
Anica had just found his room. She straighten her dress and smooth hair before knocking.
And finally he opened the door. Cayne stood, tall, blonde and handsome as ever before her. He was dressed nicely in a black pants that fits him well and white shirt that fit him snuggly, emphasizing his muscular chest.
He look so good. Like really really good.
"Anica," he said stiffly, frowning at her.
"Hey." She smiled. "You look good. Where are you headed?"
"What are you doing here?" Cayne snapped, glaring at her. "I told you. Your assistance is not needed her nor wanted."
"Oh please, honey," she laughed. "You didn't seem to mind my presence a month ago."
"I told you, it was just a mistake. A big mistake right after it happened and right now I have realized it already, so pleas
