The doorbell rang, and an instant smile broke across my face. I darted down the hallway and swung the door open.
“Come in, Romilly.”
She lingered at the threshold, chewing anxiously on her bottom lip. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”
I nodded without hesitation. “Theron won’t be back until tomorrow, and honestly, I’m tired of wandering around this massive place all alone.”
That seemed to reassure her. She giggled softly and stepped inside, her gaze sweeping over the wide, sun-drenched hallway. The last rays of the setting sun spilled golden light across the floor.
“This is incredible,” she murmured, clearly awestruck. Her eyes darted to mine, hopeful. “Can I live here? I can cook.”
I snorted. “You can’t cook.”
Romilly scowled, only half-joking. “I can learn.”
“Let’s not
