*Everly*

Evening is approaching. He will be here soon. Or so I think. Hope.

I had wanted to be waiting on the terrace, but a misty rain had settled in so I sit in a chair near the window in my small sitting room, not certain when I had begun to think of it as mine. I still don’t truly believe he is going to give me the residence. I can only hope that it will be a long time before I find out. Although a part of me worries that now he has had me, he will be done with me. Anyone can lie beneath him as he slakes...