Aria stood before the small mirror in her room, adjusting the scarf around her neck. The mark was not as fresh as before. It’s healing and seemed to shimmer faintly under certain light. She touched it through the fabric. Her cheeks flushed.
Yesterday had been excruciating. She had avoided Rowan at every turn. Not because she was afraid of him. But because she feels so embarrassed and doesn’t know how to face him after what happened that night.
She pressed her cool palms against her burning cheeks.
A knock at her door disrupted her thoughts. A young girl from the kitchen entered with a tray of fresh bread, a plate of butter, some sliced apples and boiled eggs sprinkled with salt.
"From Gretta," he said. "She said you looked peaky yesterday."
"I'm fine." Aria smiled as she took the tray
