Chapter Twenty Two : The night ball

Cristin was shaking. She carefully picked the most expensive and gorgeous robe from the closet.

She was afraid. So I was with her. For a butler's room, Ian's was way spectacular.

"Is this really a butler's room?" I asked looking at the beautiful portraits hanging from the wall.

Gorgeous curtains were covering the whole room. It was big enough, having a king sized bed in the middle. A beautiful white embroidered bed sheet on the top.

The closet was full with expensive and beautiful clothings.

"Ella, I'm afraid. I don't think he will like this," Cristin said trembling.

"Don't get so nervous, Cristin. He didn't tell you specifically anything about the robe. And beauty is relative matter. It can vary from eyes to eyes. You can never be sure of what he will find beautiful without knowing his preference. So if he doesn't like this, it's his problem, not yours," I said.

"Shush, don't talk like this. If they hear this, you will be killed," Cristin said slightly trembling.