Happiness

There was absolutely nothing she could do, and it was so annoying to know her sluggishness would worsen with time.

Keane was not at home, and she didn't get to think about him, thanks to social media and her online games.

A knock came on the door, grabbing her attention as she stared at the door, ordering the person to come in.

It was the butler, he walked in with a shopping bag and placed it by her bedside. She didn't bother moving an inch, not like she couldn't but because the butler always doesn't accept help saying he isn't that old and is capable of doing things himself.

So much like everyone in this mansion, not interesting at all.

"Good morning, Ms" he greets. For the first time since she entered the mansion, he smiles at her.

Her brows furrowed in disbelief, like is she dreaming or what? She thought, staring at him in utmost disbelief.

"G-good morning, Mr" she struggles and says, blinking.

"Your dress for the ball" he informs. She could only stare at him with no words left. Gu