Yvette's POV
I hadn't been able to sleep peacefully after that night. Every time the door creaked open, I braced myself for what Knox was about to say or do to me. However, Knox never knocked or asked me to see him except this particular morning.
"Do you know what he wants to see me for? Is," I blinked, shoving the loose strands from my messy bun behind my ears, "is it about the pool?"
"I honestly don't know what it is about, Yvette, but all I can say is that he didn't seem pissed whatsoever."
I squeezed my gown tighter without even realising it until Mira pointed it out.
"Where is he?"
"In his study. He is also waiting for you to start breakfast—"
I sneezed.
"Sorry?" I apologised.
"You're so nervous and it's obvious," she noted casually.
"How am I supposed
