A loud alarm clock ringing sounded woke her up from a quiet nap. Zarina is entirely too busy to manage her Wine Bar in the city and has no time for herself. She's trying to make up with the things she knew as part of her day-by-day lifestyle. Since the day she left her packhouse, she lived typically.
“Geez!” She scratches her head and stands up to fix herself in the restroom. She has work to do and meet someone by nine in the morning.
After a few hours, she went downstairs to have her breakfast. No one is right there to prepare her breakfast or have someone help her fix everything in the kitchen, like a nanny or housemaid. She had to do it alone when she needed to hide her decent form from the normal one. Yet, she doesn't want that someone would know about her extraordinary dexterities.
