Dalia’s POV
I must have fallen asleep from pure exhaustion.
When I woke, the first thing I felt was the loud protest of my empty stomach.
I groaned softly and pushed myself up, my limbs heavy and sluggish.
The duvet slipped from my shoulders, revealing the grand space around me once again — from the high ceiling to the massive bed I was still sinking into.
Right.
This wasn’t a dream.
I was still here. In his mansion.
In a room that could swallow my entire apartment whole.
My stomach growled again, louder this time, practically scolding me.
I had no choice but to get up.
I considered using the intercom, but shyness got to me first, so I decided to go downstairs instead.
I figured I’d just ask one of the household staff once I found someone.
I quietly slipped out of bed and tipt
