Rose began her morning with Lucas’s bedroom. She scrubbed every corner until it gleamed like new. The room was stunning, black and gray tones blended perfectly, giving off a rich, masculine feel. The bed was neatly made, the furniture sleek and expensive.
When she was done there, she moved to the living room, dusting the tables, arranging the cushions, and polishing the floors until they shone. Then the kitchen, spotless by the time she finished, and the rest of the rooms followed.
By the time she was done, sweat coated her forehead, and her body ached.
“So much for the first day,” she muttered, breathing out heavily.
Her stomach growled, and she walked back into the kitchen, opening the cupboards carefully. She didn’t want to touch anything that would get her in trouble. Her eyes land
