Eloise woke up to the sound of the alarm on her cell phone. She blinked, regaining consciousness after a night of slumber.
Moving slowly, Eloise realized that she was alone in the big bed. It wasn't huge, but bigger than the one she had occupied earlier in the room with Cesca.
Stretching both hands into the air, Eloise felt a sense of relief that enveloped her just as someone's voice came from the direction of the room's small pantry.
"Are you awake?"
Pulling herself up and leaning against the bed's headboard, Eloise opened her eyes wide. Smiling at Simon, standing on the other side of the table. The man seemed to have just brewed a cup of coffee as the aroma of coffee wafted through the room.
"Good morning, Mr. Simon." Eloise greeted, forgetting she wasn't supposed to use the 'sir' a
