Iris
Having no other option, I went downstairs to the dining room for dinner. The table was already set, with food neatly covered by silver cloches, but the room was empty. The house was too quiet, and there was no maid in sight. I stood there for a moment, wondering what kind of man this stranger was. Did he think being mysterious made him more appealing? He must be delusional. My heart belonged to Adonis, and no one could change that.
The steam from the vegetables wafted through the air, and I could smell the meal's richness. My head ached from the tight clip in my hair, so I reached up and untangled it, letting my hair fall freely. I wandered over to the window, distracted by a small ant struggling to escape from a corner of the frame. Instead of crushing it, I let it go. I felt an od
