Roseanne's pov

"You startled me," I said and stood at my feet in anger.

"You're the one talking to yourself," He scoffed

"Good morning sir, Madame, your food is ready," the chef informed, and I saw this as the right opportunity to talk away from him

"You haven't answered my question." Aryan trailed behind me, my palms suddenly began sweaty and my heart began to beat fast.

"Oh my goodness, how do I look right now? Is my hair scattered? Are my clothes fine? What about my face?" I thought and brought my hands to my face to feel it.

"What am I thinking about? Who cares what I look...