NIRELLE

I am taking gentle steps down the stairs because I am afraid I will run into Lucien or anyone else; all I want to do is eat breakfast and return to the room.

"Mrs. Vexley," a thick, familiar voice calls out from behind me. I stop on the stairs and look back to see Theo making his way to me. I look at him again; he seems too beautiful to be real. He is wearing a midnight black suit accompanied by a white shirt and a navy blue tie. He looks like a movie-perfect man who would own a large ...