I let my tongue run through my lips for the fourth time as I watched a palace maid- not the one that had acted so bitchy some minutes ago, carry out the tray of empty plates. There had been no haughty or scary look on her face, but I had seen curiosity, the truckload of unanswered questions plastered all over her face. I didn't blame her though. I would have had the same look on my face, had I been in her shoes.
When she was out of the room, I inhaled deeply before turning my attention to the dress next to me. Quickly, I removed the bathrobe I was wearing and flung it on the bed. And just when I was about pushing the dress down my head, a knock sounded on the door, and Nick's voice followed.
"Olivera, can I come in?" He asked, and immediately I shrieked a huge 'No.'
