She had insisted on bathing herself that morning - mostly because she didn't want to see the pity in Lara's eyes, or hear the girls' gossip on the events that had followed in the past day.
She wanted solitude.
But her thoughts seemed to mock her.
After soaking in the bath for nearly an hour, she stood in the center of the room with a fur towel wrapped around her naked body. It was barely dawn, she still had enough time to prepare.
What was she to wear?
Her mind had poured through his actions without pause all through the night.
Why had he summoned her in the first place?
He had claimed he hadn't known, but kissed her all the same.
Was he trying to tell her that he still wanted her? He hadn't asked her to serve wine, he had actually confided in her.
Sometime during her pacing, she had thrown Aldrich's letter into the heaarth.
The decision had seemed irrational at the time, but now, it only confirmed one thing - she was in love with Yeren.
