56

WILLOW

I slowly open my eyes and I see that sunlight is already creeping in behind the curtain. I toss and turn on the bed and I notice that there is too much turning space for me.

Luciano is not on the bed and I figured he is probably ready. I stand up and look at the corner of the bed. There is orange juice at the table and a few cookies on a plate. From the looks of it, I see that it is Luciano that will do something like that. I go to the plate and I pick up a cookie and take a tiny bite and gulp down mist of the juice down my throat. Compared to our own country's juice, theirs is quite mild on the tongue.

I drop the cookie and the glass and I go and take my bath. I come out of the bathroom when I am done and I dey myself with the towel. Luciano is still not in the room and I proceed to lock the door.

No way I am letting him meet me naked in the room.

After an hour I dress up in warm clothes and open the curtains. The room is sparkling clean, courtesy of the set of maids. The sno