Sharing Dalton's lounge

Aria's feelings could not even decipher at the moment on whether she should be elated or not, when she was informed that Dalton had ordered for her to move from her room to another.

She was feeling a bit fuddled and tipsy from the wine she had taken earlier, as she gulped quickly a glass of water and listened to Alex give orders to the maids.

'Why would he decide to switch her room now? Was that another way to punish and frustrate her? Or had they planned to finally throw her out of the house for the fact that she had wrecked problems?'

As her entirety seemed to be wanting to stir trouble and put everyone in the mansion at unrest, she stormed out of her room as the maids walked inside and proceeded towards the stairs. The furry white slippers which were under her feet that were supposed to be noiseless, made a loud sound on the glimmering floor with efforts that indicated much anger in her.

She climbed up the winged-shaped stairs that parted like an intersection at the top end, in