Her head thumped terribly.
She didn't know if it was the aftermath of the wine she had drunk, or for staying up all night preparing the Dowager's broth. Or better, having to chat with the maids as she prepared the broth.
Either way, she woke up feeling miserable and happy at the same time. She was beginning to c***k the wall, and that was a big move considering all that had been happening so far.
That, and the fact that she spent most of her afternoon yesterday with Eduardo.
Her cheeks flushed as she recalled all that had happened. Their little intimate scene, the first for her. She found the new feeling she was experiencing utterly conflicting. One moment she wants to snap at him and perhaps, wriggle his neck, and the next, she wants to wrap her legs around him and feel his hard chest
