CHAPTER 64: More Unease
My hand hovered over the crimson leather, the worn surface cool against my fingertips. Ava's diary. I'd forgotten it on the bed in a hurry to leave the room for the ball.
A rustle from the bathroom startled me. The diary slipped from my grasp, pages fluttering open like a startled bird. I scrambled to grab it, shoving it haphazardly beneath the covers just as the bathroom door opened.
"The bath is ready," Alexander announced, his face neutral, betraying none of his emotions unlike my face which I was certain could be read like an open book. Relief washed over me, a huge wave after the storm of panic that had threatened to consume me at the thought of the diary being discovered in my possession even though it was ridiculous given that Alexander didn't even realize that I was not Ava.
"Oh," I stammered, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "Thank you."