ANNA
THE staff had retired to their quarters near the tennis court about 200 meters from the mansion when I let myself blow up.
I hadn’t ever been in this room in any visit to the house. Whenever we went upstairs, I always end up in his bedroom, and I just assumed other rooms were guesthouses or any other kind of bedroom for whatever purpose I didn’t really have to mind about. It was his house. I wasn’t thinking much about it.
But this one was next to his and there was an internal door that connected the two. I didn’t even know that was a door. It had been done in a way that made it seem like a décor of a decorative panel on the wall in the other side. It was smaller, the pink, blue and yellow theme of the room’s interiors told it was meant for a woman. It had a bathroom of its own and
