I watched as Tristan walked out of the door in anger and Darius followed him after straightening his clothes. I just stood there with a drying cloth on my chest.
A girl came but stopped short when she saw the tangled sheets on the bad me standing barely clothed and the door wide open.
"Uh . ." I started back and forth on everything and I narrowed my eyes on her.
"Shut up!" I hissed. "Mind your business and tell me how long does it take to reach when you know I have to get dressed for the day?"
My words had seemed to bring her out of her stupor.
"Sorry, my lady," she whispered hurriedly and closed the door. She came towards me holding out my dress and we carried on my morning rituals without any further delays.
The breakfast gong was her while she was in the middle of doing my hair. I tsked under my breath, should I even go after what happened? Would it make sense for me to go?