Annah had just stepped out of the en-suite bathroom, the steam lingering in the air as she freshened up for the night. She sat gracefully on a plush velvet stool in front of her massive dressing mirror, humming softly under the whir of the blow-dryer as she dried her hair. Wrapped only in a soft white towel that barely reached her mid-thigh, she was trying to prepare herself for sleep. She carried a brutally busy schedule in the next few hours and desperately needed some rest, but the forced quiet of the room made her feel unexpectedly restless.
Suddenly, a soft, deliberate knock echoed through the wood of her bedroom door.
Who could that be this late? She thought, her pulse quickening slightly. Assuming either Amilah or Lyla had slipped away from the boys to find her, a sweet, mischievo
