(Reagan's POV)
It felt weird not being in my tiny little dorm, being here, in this house felt unnatural. I mean Alexander's house itself was magnificent but it just all so different for me. I wasn't used to living in such luxury, I mean I had been born in the middle class. It had been a couple of weeks since I had moved in here since the wedding and in those weeks I had begun to feel suffocated. So now I was sitting outside, taking in the fresh air, hoping that feeling would go away.
I lean my head back, facing up to the sky, taking a deep breath, feeling the fresh, clean air filling my lungs. I had come out here to do my homework but being out here somehow I couldn't focus on it anymore. There were some good things about being here, the quiet and the fresh, clean-smelling air.
