Chapter 8: Cinderella

“At my service?” She rose her eyebrows at him. “Are you going to show me all the secrets of the Cherub?”

He did not reply to her for a second, letting his gaze trail all over her and Flora fought the shivers that went down her spine at his obvious attraction to her.

Really, he was the epitome of sophistication, his tailored tuxedo accentuating his chiseled features and piercing eyes. His commanding presence drew attention yet he seemed unfazed by the admiring glances, devoting his attention to her and her only.

It was a heady drug, his attention, one that was intoxicating yet very unsettling. When she had left behind the clothes that were made for her body type and begun wearing maternal clothes that suited a woman several sizes bigger, it was as if she had become invisible. Due to Henry’s insistence, she had started staying at home so much more which limited her human contact.

Often, the only people she would speak to in a week were the servants, Eva and Henry’s mother when she call