They seem lighter and easier, conversations less burdened by impending interruptions and other people's input.

Sighing heavily, she heard a knock on the door, followed by a man shouting something she didn't quite understand.

Standing up, she took a few steps toward the entrance. "Who is this?"

"Room service, ma'am. Did you order an appetizer?"

Rosabella frowned, feeling confused.

Did Charles order this while she was in the shower?

Glancing in the direction ...