I woke up very early the next morning. Before breakfast, I washed my face and went downstairs. Lucille and the other girls were in the kitchen; they quickly made me coffee and brought it to the living room.
As I was drinking it, a security guard escorted a woman into the house.
She was an elegant, beautiful woman with long dark hair and striking legs. One look at her was enough to understand—she was confident, composed, the kind of woman who knew exactly who she was.
Lucille stepped forward to greet her.
“Diana, welcome. Master Alex will be down shortly.”
Almost immediately, Master Alex came downstairs, and she hugged him.
“Aaaalex,” she drawled with a slightly playful, almost mocking smile. “It’s been a while, darling.”
Master Alex remained restrained, composed. They walked straigh
