LILIANA
Alice rambles about so many things at once as we head out of my room, chirping excitedly about the clothes we could try on and how long it had been since she played dress up.
She doesn't strike me as one who takes part in such frivolities.
I, on the other hand, am too unbothered to listen and too distressed about my recent deed to ask her to stop.
I hadn't noticed a smaller building, well technically small next to Damian's mansion. Although it looks quite garish, I can't shake off the feeling that there might be more to it.
Made men don't invest or build without reason.
Anyway, the place is bigger than my newly assigned bedroom with racks of clothes lining up every corner.
If I wasn't in a precarious situation, I would swear the place is a woman's wet dream.
Robotically
