Clara’s POV
After climbing a very ornate stair way and heading down what felt like a confusing number of corridors (how big was this place??) Johannes set me down gently on a massive king sized bed in a very stylish but masculine bedroom. Everything was pretty minimal and soft grey. Not exactly flashy but everything looked expensive or well made. There wasn’t much to indicate who’s room it was- if it weren’t for some bottles of cologne, some pictures of Johannes and Prince and a few pairs of shoes in front of a wardrobe I’d have guess it was a guest room.
There was a beautiful bay window with a window seat looking over the garden where the party was still going on, Johannes quietly drew the curtains then came and sat next to me.
‘I’m sorry about that’ I stammered, his eyes widened.
‘W
