LYRA
She stood on her toes, while trying to look into the room. “Who's there, Lyra,” Her eyes bore panic, and it succeeded in transferring to me.
“There's no one in there,” I replied, pulling the door closer.
“Don't tell me you're having an affair when you just got married,” she said in a low whisper.
“Mira,” I called in fear.
“I knew it,” she said and pulled me into the room, slamming the door against us.
“Is your husband aware?”
“No he isn't,” I shook my head in response.
“You should be careful and don't allow pleasure to make you get caught. If he was the one standing outside the door, he would surely have caught you,” she admonished.
“I understand Mira,” I sighed.
“Who are they?” Her ears peeked up in gossip, a glint appearing in her eyes.
“I don't want to talk ab
