The next day,
Stella woke up a bit later than usual with a bright smile on her face. She made her way towards her own room. She had slept in Adam's room last night as well, snuggling his pillow.
After getting dressed, she made her way downstairs. She was descending down the stairs with a jump in her step, when she heard a woman speaking in a pitchy voice.
She was on the last step when her eyes landed on a head full of blonde hairs which were properly set up in a bun. The woman was wearing a skin tight black dress which hugged her perfect curves, stopping at her knees. She was wearing a pair of matching high heels.
Even though she had her back towards her, Stella had a fair idea of who might this be. She could only roll her eyes. Who could that blonde woman be if not Rachel. 'And here goes my good mood.' She thought to herself.
"I told you Miss, Young Master isn't here." Stella heard the old butler speaking politely.
