ANNA'S POV

I can't explain how drained and stressed I am on my first day.

I tuck in Cynthia and Bella, glad that Leo helped me with the children.

"Maybe he isn't so bad afterall." I mumble as I walk out of Cynthia and Bella's room to the room assigned to me, "Today wasn't so bad for a first day I believe."

Struggling with the door knob, I turn around, in deference, to the deep voice that I have been avoiding. Leo is standing at the balcony opposite my room, behind me, with a bottle of whiskey in his left hand and a glass in his right. The first set...