When Ana walked out of the room, James was waiting for her at the corner, leaning on the wall like a ruffian. But as soon as she looked at him, he jumped on his feet and bowed his head.
"Your grace. I am here to escort you to the parlor." she nodded as her gaze scanned the hall. He was not there. Of course he was not there. He was not a servant that would wait for her.
When James started walking, she followed her slowly. The bath was cold and hot at the same time. She had felt so many thoughts crossing her mind that her heart exploded so many times that she forgot to count. It was impossible! Yet, he confessed to her. He told her that he loved her and she had cried once he left since he was relieved, blessed, joyous and hurt at the same time.
