I opened my eyes to a burning sensation on my skin—the sun was already at its peak, its rays streaming through the windows. That’s when I realized it was already late in the morning. I had slept so well that I couldn’t help but wonder why. It was only my second time in Paris and my first time sleeping in my brother’s house, especially now that it wasn’t just him, but Amy and their maids as well.
I wasn’t that familiar with Amy yet, so I still couldn’t completely relax whenever I was alone with her. Despite the few times we’d met, I had always made an effort to get used to her presence. They lived so far away from the rest of our family—especially from me—so I supposed it was natural to feel this way. I got out of bed, still lost in thought.
Stepping out of my room, which was in the farth
