Where is everyone?
She raised her eyebrows in confusion, slipping on her slippers and heading downstairs.
The Living Room was spotless, with no trace of yesterday's revelry.
"Already washed up?"
A familiar voice came from the diagonal front, and Memoria Campbell turned her face.
At one glance, she immediately opened her eyes, stunned in place.
At the Restaurant doorway, Reese Harris was wearing a pair of black casual pants, with a white shirt on top.
The sleeves were rolled up, and the top two buttons of the shirt were undone, partially revealing his collarbone.
The floor-to-ceiling windows let through the golden sunlight of an early summer morning, perfectly spilling onto his body, creating a faint halo around his white shirt.
The man before her, like a close-up shot in a movie, was strikingly handsome and exuded nobility.
His lips were slightly raised, and the usually somewhat casual and unruly Reese Harris actually made her think of the words "gentle and refined."
