“Well good morning beautiful,” Thomas was in a rather good mood. “You really looked great in red,” he added.
She was wearing another red dress, a plain version of the one she wore last night. Going through the clothes in the wardrobe that Thomas prepared for her, most of the clothes were in the shades of red. She wasn’t sure if Thomas was trying to be romantic but all those red shades in the closet reminded her of blood.
Amelia tried to ignore the show of force and power around her. She walked past one of the guards with a rifle casually hanging on the shoulder.
“Do not mind these men, they are here to protect us, to protect you,” Thomas saw the questions and fear in her eyes.
She shrugged and went to the porch. Thomas pulled the chair for her. She silently sat on her chair. She looke
