It was time to get ready for bed, and Arette felt like she had a long day, even though it wasn't true. She wanted to get to bed as soon as possible and maybe, when she woke up the next day, she would find out that she had actually been dreaming and that no such thing as losing memory or dating a billionaire was true. It was just one of her cheesy dreams.
April approached Arette with a gentle smile, a towel draped over her arm. "Alright, Miss Arette, let's get you ready for bed," she said softly, reaching out to help Arette undress.
Arette took a step back, her eyes wide with surprise. "Wait, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with discomfort.
April looked slightly taken aback but maintained her composure. "I'm helping you get ready for bed, Miss. This is how we've always done it."
