CALLEA glanced at her reflection on the big antique mirror in front of the hallway on the second floor on her way to see Deive. She scrubbed her face this morning and her skin looked glowing. Her hair was in place. Not a strand of her hair on her face.
Even the dress she was wearing was simple but decent. No traces of the white lady that terrorized Deive from the previous night. She could face him now with confidence.
When she reached the door of his room, she slowly knocked three times. "Deive!"
She clipped her hair behind her ear. She was not sure if Deive saw her face last night. She hoped he won’t recognize her. She didn’t want him to fear her. Her grandfather would surely disown her and kick her out of the mansion. She would be homeless and she shuddered at the thought.
She didn’
