Rafael’s POV

In the dim light of the corridors, we sneaked downstairs. I was walking ahead while holding Natalie's hand as she followed behind me.

“What if we find Laura in the kitchen?” she whispered.

“So what? I don't care!” I whispered back.

She hit me on my shoulder and mumbled through gritted teeth, "But I do!”

She insisted that we shouldn’t let any of the domestic staff see us sneaking after midnight towards the kitchen.

The house was immersed in silence and darkness, indicating that all of its residents were asleep.

Once we barged into the kitchen, we broke into laughter. She promptly lifted her hand to cover my...