NIRELLE
I wake up the next morning to a knocking sound from the door. My eyes fly open, and I am trying to come to when the knock comes again. I look at the clock and wonder how I had slept so well when the previous days had been such a hassle for me. I look around the room, trying to get myself.
I rub my eyes gently as I walk out of bed to the door. I pull open the door, and standing there is Lucien, fully dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. His hair is slicked back fashionably, and he has a pair of tennis shoes on. I, on the other hand, am in just a long, thin-strapped silk nightdress hanging loosely against my bare skin.
I had been a hundred per cent certain that it was Mara on the other side of the door, and that was the reason I had come to the door like this. I wa
