I rested well. I checked my phone to see time. Oh my goodness it's almost noon. I realize Nikolai is not there. Maybe that was a dream. I heard some rumors downstairs so I slowly walked barefoot through the hallway and peeked downstairs. The kitchen and dining room is crowded. Most are wearing elegant attire. I guess uncle invited someone for breakfast. I don't know. I silently turn back to my room. I check the closet and see my clothes sorted by colors and types. Wow he made an effort to place them like that. I see my backpack standing there. Did he check what's in it? Even if. I don't care. I run my fingers through black section and I choose black cocktail dress with tuil bulky sleeves. I don't recall I wore it. I've put it on and I hear the knock while I make poses in front of the mirro
