Maia
Waking up, I’m alone in my room, I think of Damon. Does he know where I am? Will he come for me? Has he really been lying to me? Or does he really love me? I miss him. I stare at the maroon-coloured walls of my bedroom, and their gold wainscotting, and revel in how luxurious my room is. The sun is shining through my windows. I guess the maids didn’t draw them last night because they didn’t want to wake me.
There is a knock on my door, and Jewel and Leah let themselves in, and stand near a chest of drawers, holding a basket with a washcloth, and some salve. Leah is holding an olive-green, floor-length, long-sleeved gown, and places it on the bed.
‘We’re here to help you bathe and salve your skin,’ Jewel says. And I smile.
‘Please, come in,’ I tell them, and I fling the co
