~Aurora's POV
Madam Olivia walked into the room with a pair of shoes in her hands with a wierd smile hanging on her old but elegant face.
"Francis didn't come back to sleep last night," I said, in a rather low tone. Yes, I felt offended and yes I wanted him to come back.
Madam Olivia's smile vanished. "Why? Did you both get into a fight yesterday?" She asked.
I shook my head and heaved a sigh, walking towards the bed to sit. "We didn't. In fact, he came into the room and he…kissed me," I said shyly as a smile escaped my lips.
"I knew it there was something different about you!" She said with excitement. "so tell me what happened next," she whispered like a teenager, waiting to hear the next part of a romace novel.
"We….we almost, you know? But we couldn't because some old man came knocking on the door," I answered and I hissed.
