GRACE

 

“Good morning, Miss Sands.”

I jumped, and more than half of the content in the glass cup I was holding fell onto the tile.

“Sir...”

Why on earth would he decide to sneak behind me and whisper a greeting into my ear?

My eyes followed the man as he walked past the couch and to my side.

“Why are you up so early?” he asked.

“I couldn’t sleep.” I eyed him. His interest in me was a little suspicious. “Why are you up so early?”

“Same.”

As I gave slow nods, I looked at the orangery mess I made on the floor.

I am glad to say that drinking...