No, sir. Not today.
With a crouch, I lift the tray then set it on the bed.
The cap on the water bottle gives a satisfying snap when I twist it, so I bring it to my lips, and drink down half the bottle in one go.
I’ve done a lot of screaming and crying in the past hour––is that all it’s been?––and it’s left my eyes itchy and my throat dry.
Bottle in hand, I walk the perimeter of the room. There’s no guarantee that King, or someone else, won’t barge in again, but I have the feeling that I’ll be left alone the rest of the night.
Upon closer inspection, everything––the furniture, bedding, knickknacks––looks even more expensive than I first thought.
I almost smirk, maybe my mother wouldn’t be so disappointed in me after all. To her mind, snagging a rich husband is the pinnacle of success.
