I sighed as I watched her storm out of the bathroom. I finished up my bath and stayed all night trying to practice my walk. Besides, Nick's eyes kept lingering in my mind. While walking, I had my phone in my hands and searched the internet for some articles about the prime minister.
"She doesn't look like William," I whispered as I continued scrolling through the search results. The articles were filled with praise for the prime minister's recent policies and achievements, but none of them provided any personal details about her family. Curiosity piqued, so I decided to dig deeper and clicked on a link that promised exclusive insights into the prime minister's private life.
Around three in the morning, after three or two hours of sleep, I felt someone slide open the door to my room. Startled, I sat up and saw the silhouette of a figure standing in the doorway. The figure walked to me and slid into the blanket with me.