Rose's POV
I set a tray filled with five bowls of cream soup on the coffee table. Lucien comes next, places a tray filled with a few bottled water, glasses of tomato juice, a plate filled with slices of apples, and a plate of garlic bread. Then he leaves to call Arles.
I sat on the couch and scanned the room. This room's structure and dimension are identical to our room—Lucien's room that now apparently became mine too. But the interior is totally different, this room has elegance and a mature ambiance, while our room looks like a gamer's heaven, boyish and teenager's ambiance. Not that I complained.
Lucien takes a seat beside me, and Arles looks outside the window, at the sunrise.
"Lucas!" I heard my sister scream and jump to run inside their walk-in closet.
Lucien pulls me by the w
