''Ugh...'' Diana groaned as she slowly opened her eyes.
Outside the French windows, the sky was pitch black as thunder strikes shone across the stretch of darkness, lightening the place occasionally.
Whether it was night or the dawn was nearing, she could not make out.
The television was still on but the channel had somehow changed from cartoon to news with headlines of an intense storm hitting southern California.
Diana sat up on the couch and glanced at the blankets draped over her body before looking at the pillow under her head.
Did she doze off when she was talking to Maxim?
She walked upstairs and went to Maxim's room, following her memory from the noon.
When she pushed open the door, the scene that she witnessed warmed her heart.
Angel was sleeping peacefully on the bed with her hands above her head, tucked in a blanket while Maxim sat next to her, with a laptop on his lap.
''What time is it?"
